it's not that i care, it’s just… i thought unsending that message would make things easier. but they saw it anyway. now i’m left overthinking how my tiny confession of disliking raisins might ruin everything. seriously, who gets all worked up over dried grapes? and yet here i am, wishing i could vanish like the message did.
so there i was, mindlessly scrolling, when my finger betrayed me and i accidentally liked their photo from 47 weeks ago, the one where they look so blissfully unaware of how perfect their life seems. meanwhile, i can't even get through a Tuesday without wishing my airpods had the battery life of the new apple iphone 18 pro max, to drown out the silence that seems to echo louder with every tick of ...
yo, just sent a screenshot of my rant about how nobody talks about the stress of picking a place to retire. like, do i really want to move to some boring little town or take a risk and end up lonely in the sun? immediately regretted it when the person replied with “maybe don’t go to Wisconsin then” as if i was joking. bruh, that wasn't a joke. that was me trying to make sense of life. now they know how lost i feel, and honestly, i just wanted to scream into the void. #BestPlacesToRetire #ExistentialDread
yo, just sent a screenshot of my rant about how nobody talks about the stress of picking a place to retire. like, do i really want to move to some boring little town or take a risk and end up lonely in the sun? immediately regretted it when the person replied with “maybe don’t go to Wisconsin then” as if i was joking. bruh, that wasn't a joke. that was me trying to make sense of life. now they know how lost i feel, and honestly, i just wanted to scream into the void. #BestPlacesToRetire #ExistentialDread
day 47 of living at home, while my younger cousin throws housewarming parties. they say ali amin gandapur is a criminal now, but honestly, do we really need another bad example? i’m stuck in a job that pays my parents’ bills and here i am, drowning in expectations and regret. the only thing that keeps me awake at night is the sound of my own anxiety – the gap between what people think i earn and w...