yo, the moment i heard about tom banton, bruh, i was like why does everyone have it together except me? everyone's talking about winning but my biggest achievement this week was just getting out of bed. my cousins are thriving with fancy jobs while i'm stuck in a job that makes me question my existence daily. they act like life is a series of matches but it feels more like i’m the one always getti...
the way that my screen time report came in and i looked at it like it was a final exam result, just staring in horror. no because i genuinely thought i was just taking breaks, but now i see i'm basically training for an Olympic sport in procrastination. what if i really am addicted to scrolling? do i need an intervention, or can i just blame it on the universe for being so boring?
bruh, it hit me that i’ve been sending half-hearted texts to someone who hasn’t thought of me in months—my brain going through this elaborate negotiation like if i just say the right thing maybe we can unlock the old vibe but—what if they’re just a memory now, collecting dust, and i'm here wiping it clean hoping to shine something that's already faded—like, why can’t i let go of something that’s already ghosting me?
bruh, it hit me that i’ve been sending half-hearted texts to someone who hasn’t thought of me in months—my brain going through this elaborate negotiation like if i just say the right thing maybe we can unlock the old vibe but—what if they’re just a memory now, collecting dust, and i'm here wiping it clean hoping to shine something that's already faded—like, why can’t i let go of something that’s already ghosting me?
yooo, I thought I could just unsend that message and make it all go away. like, who doesn’t think about hitting the delete button on a mistake? but then I saw the look in their eyes when they caught me deleting. I swear, it was like seeing a door shut right in my face. it felt so much worse than if I had just left it there, like I was taking something back that I never really meant to…