not gonna lie, i spent last night pacing my apartment in mismatched socks, trying to distract myself from the fact that my paychecks keep arriving just a hair too late. i caught myself laughing at how i’d give anything for a giant inflatable duck to float around in my living room while i drown in existential dread. honestly, the weird part is the absurdity hit me right before i nearly teared up ov...
no because the way that the other day, I accidentally left a hundred dollar bill on my dresser, and I spent the whole week imagining my furniture plotting a rebellion against me. like, “oh great, the coffee table’s judging me for still using the same broken mug from college.” I couldn’t sleep knowing I’ve got debts hiding like rats in a dark corner, and meanwhile I’m smiling at coworkers pretendin...
it’s not that i miss him. it’s just that sometimes, i wake up and can’t remember the last time someone texted me "good morning." i unsent a message to him thinking it’d fade away, but it’s just sitting there like the awkward guest at a party who didn’t get the hint. the worst part? i used to love being someone’s reason to smile, and now i don’t even recognize who i am without being "us."
it’s not that i miss him. it’s just that sometimes, i wake up and can’t remember the last time someone texted me "good morning." i unsent a message to him thinking it’d fade away, but it’s just sitting there like the awkward guest at a party who didn’t get the hint. the worst part? i used to love being someone’s reason to smile, and now i don’t even recognize who i am without being "us."
have you ever loaned someone money and then accidentally signed up to be their bank forever? my sibling borrowed a “few bucks” two years ago, and here I am, still waiting for repayment while they flaunt their latest collectibles that look suspiciously like “temporary loan payments.” at this point, i could have opened a hot dog stand with the interest i’d earn on the "just for a month" money, and m...