day 23 of my cluttered chaos, and my parents showed up unannounced, only to find the microwave on the floor, littered with pizza boxes, and a single potted plant fighting for its life in a corner that gets barely any sunlight. they asked if i’m "living the dream" while i realized my life feels like a HOUSE FIRE i’m too tired to put out. their judgment hangs in the air like smoke, and all i can thi...
it's not that i'm broke. it's just... i pretended my apartment was a cozy little retreat when really it looked like a thrift store exploded. my parents showed up unannounced and caught me folding laundry while munching on half-eaten takeout from three days ago. all the while, i’m panicking about them noticing the stack of bills on the counter that i keep meaning to file. now, with this whole wha...
i know it sounds ridiculous, but i once spent two entire weekends crafting a beautiful model of a medieval castle out of toothpicks and glue. then, when it was finally complete, i put it on display for everyone to admire. the secret? it was never supposed to be an art project; i was just too embarrassed to tell anyone that i spent all that time avoiding a birthday party i didn't want to go to. now, i sit in silence at family gatherings, glancing at my glittering toothpick fortress, knowing the chaos of life outside it feels like it would swallow me whole if i ever dared to admit the truth.
i know it sounds ridiculous, but i once spent two entire weekends crafting a beautiful model of a medieval castle out of toothpicks and glue. then, when it was finally complete, i put it on display for everyone to admire. the secret? it was never supposed to be an art project; i was just too embarrassed to tell anyone that i spent all that time avoiding a birthday party i didn't want to go to. now, i sit in silence at family gatherings, glancing at my glittering toothpick fortress, knowing the chaos of life outside it feels like it would swallow me whole if i ever dared to admit the truth.
bruh, i keep catching myself driving by that weird sandwich shop we used to love, the one with the terrible service but the best pastrami. lmao, i remember you laughing while the staff stared at us like we were aliens. now i just sit there, contemplating what i even like anymore—because half my personality was molded from what you wanted. everybody says to move on, but i kind of just want to haunt...