no because literally, every time someone asks about my hobbies, i just smile and nod like i’m not internally screaming that i have no idea what i even enjoy anymore. like, i’m pretty sure binge-watching documentaries doesn’t count as a passion project, but here we are. people look so impressed when i nod at the latest trends, but in reality, i'm just buying time until i can escape. maybe one day, ...
it's not that i care that much about football. it's just... the way everyone’s buzzing about Santos while i can't even get my friends to remember my birthday. i accidentally liked my own post about the game like it would matter to anyone—realized maybe i’m just trying to feel something that isn't the suffocating silence of my own life. who am i kidding? the last time anyone cheered for me was when...
i cant believe i actually got into a fight with a fan account over a meme like it’s twenty twenty-three. they were throwing around opinions like they own the copyright on being a fan. meanwhile, i'm sitting here like, do you even know the lore, or are you just here for the vibes? part of me knows its ridiculous, but another part is like, yes, i’ll defend my niche internet turf till my dying breath.
i cant believe i actually got into a fight with a fan account over a meme like it’s twenty twenty-three. they were throwing around opinions like they own the copyright on being a fan. meanwhile, i'm sitting here like, do you even know the lore, or are you just here for the vibes? part of me knows its ridiculous, but another part is like, yes, i’ll defend my niche internet turf till my dying breath.
wait, remember when my aunt tried to teach me how to juggle at that family reunion, and instead, she dropped a flaming torched we were totally NOT supposed to have, burned the yard, and turned me into the human fire alarm? looking back at those old photos, i have no idea if i’ve grown as a person or just become more of a “do not attempt” story for family gatherings. i guess flaming balls of chaos ...