not gonna lie, my screen time report made me rethink every life choice I’ve ever made—like, how am I simultaneously engrossed in Arsenal vs Wigan previews while also having a heated debate with my goldfish about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza? I thought I’d have like, world peace figured out by now, but I literally spent an hour googling “how to speak fluent cat” instead. but here I am,...
i once saw a woman on the bus, and for an hour, she became my entire universe. the way her hands moved while she spoke on the phone sparked my imagination. was she a secret writer crafting beautiful stories, or was she an artist grappling with her next masterpiece? i built a whole life for her in my head, filled with dreams, heartbreaks, and achievements. but isn't it strange to create something s...
literally, sometimes I wonder if I am the main character in everyone's awkward saga. like, did I get the script where I say weird stuff at the worst possible moments? honestly, one time I asked a coworker about their “favorite chemical compound” during lunch and they stared at me like I was about to challenge them to a duel. at this point, I’m pretty sure my friends are just too polite to tell me ...