not gonna lie, I saw a kid I used to babysit graduate from college—and it literally hit me like a truck. I’m sitting here with a laundry list of half-finished projects—staring at their perfect life on my screen, and suddenly I’m left questioning if I’m ever going to do anything meaningful, like—what does it even mean to keep trying when everyone else is racing ahead?
i am literally addicted to rearranging my bookshelf. like, i could spend hours switching the order just to feel like my life is somehow in control, but honestly, it’s just a distraction from the chaos. nobody knows that underneath all those pretty spines, i am painfully aware of how lost i am, but who wants to admit that the fiction is sometimes the only truth i have left?
day 47 of pretending to be a “car person” because everyone thinks it's charming. meanwhile, my knowledge extends to “this one goes vroom.” last week, i nod knowingly at a friend's passionate spiel about reliability, while my brain is just screaming about the time i tried to convince a used car dealer i had a “vision” for the family hatchback. spoiler alert: the vision included running away from the sheer panic of adulting. should've known that jazzing up the truth doesn’t help when your own car’s highlight is getting driven to the mechanic for the umpteenth time. #UsedCars #CarDrama
day 47 of pretending to be a “car person” because everyone thinks it's charming. meanwhile, my knowledge extends to “this one goes vroom.” last week, i nod knowingly at a friend's passionate spiel about reliability, while my brain is just screaming about the time i tried to convince a used car dealer i had a “vision” for the family hatchback. spoiler alert: the vision included running away from the sheer panic of adulting. should've known that jazzing up the truth doesn’t help when your own car’s highlight is getting driven to the mechanic for the umpteenth time. #UsedCars #CarDrama
my parents are getting divorced and now they act like i’m some kind of therapist, having to play referee between their “conversations” that just spiral into blame games. it's like, one minute dad's yelling about how mom never learned to drive properly and the next, mom’s bringing up how he ruined family vacations because he can't sit still in traffic. i mean, can we just acknowledge that this is r...