it's not that i'm stuck in the past... it's just that every time I think I'm moving on, I feel this hollow echo of silence. you know the kind, where everyone around you is watching soccer streams and vibing, while I sit here replaying old messages with a person everyone told me to leave? my phone is full of contacts, but they are just ghosts—clicking through lives that have moved on. who else can ...
I see everyone talking about "skipping" events, and honestly, I get it. Every time I think about attending a gathering, I remember that feeling of being the outsider, always smiling, but deep down I’m screaming that I don't even know why I’m invited. My family doesn’t know what I actually earn, so they would freak out if they knew I haven’t built an emergency fund yet. It's all an act, pretending ...
the way that I totally forgot I was supposed to bake a cake for my coworker’s baby shower — and by forgot, I mean I went to the store and came back with... toilet paper. I didn't even realize it until they were cutting the cake. so there I was, awkwardly making small talk while hiding a pack of Charmin in my trunk, trying to figure out how to explain that I was one-armed with embarrassing failures. but honestly, it felt less bad because the cake I would have baked would probably have looked like a plane crash too, so maybe I dodged a bullet there. #MaximNaumovParentsPlaneCrash #embarrassingmoments
the way that I totally forgot I was supposed to bake a cake for my coworker’s baby shower — and by forgot, I mean I went to the store and came back with... toilet paper. I didn't even realize it until they were cutting the cake. so there I was, awkwardly making small talk while hiding a pack of Charmin in my trunk, trying to figure out how to explain that I was one-armed with embarrassing failures. but honestly, it felt less bad because the cake I would have baked would probably have looked like a plane crash too, so maybe I dodged a bullet there. #MaximNaumovParentsPlaneCrash #embarrassingmoments
not gonna lie, I just found out my friend group has a whole separate chat, and I am literally sweating like I just finished a marathon watching my crush post pictures of their ridiculously perfect vacation while I sat alone with a tub of ice cream and my dog judging me. like, did I miss the memo where I get uninvited from the fun? I could be out there making memories, but here I am, wearing pajama...