not gonna lie, i just found a box of old recipe cards we used to make together, and it hit me harder than my ex's decision to ghost me. every card was filled with your messy handwriting and all the meals we burned because we couldn't focus on cooking over our flirting. now i scroll through social media watching happy couples whip up gourmet dishes, while i'm here eating cereal straight from the bo...
it's not that I thought I was special. it's just… how do you fit in a world where you realize you were the afterthought? one group chat filled with laughter while I sit here wondering if my absence made room for something better. suddenly, I’m drowning in the realization that while I was showing up, they were building something without me. and just like that, a night that was supposed to be a reun...
just realized that my most sacred secret is no longer mine. it slipped out like water through my fingers because someone i trusted thought it was theirs to share. betrayal isn't even the word, it's like a punch to the gut that just keeps coming back, over and over. i thought we were a safe space for each other, but clearly, some words mean nothing when you don’t guard them fiercely.
just realized that my most sacred secret is no longer mine. it slipped out like water through my fingers because someone i trusted thought it was theirs to share. betrayal isn't even the word, it's like a punch to the gut that just keeps coming back, over and over. i thought we were a safe space for each other, but clearly, some words mean nothing when you don’t guard them fiercely.
sometimes I wonder if my cooking skills would impress strangers on social media. like, what if my chicken dish went viral? everyone thinks I'm a gourmet chef, but really, I'm just trying to disguise the fact that half my meals come from discount frozen dinners. I buy spices that look fancy, but it’s all just to fool myself into believing I have my life together. cooking for likes, but secretly hop...