yooo, i just remembered i was supposed to post a review about that weird Baskara Mahendra movie, like, weeks ago, and my brain was like “surprise! here’s some public embarrassment.” now everyone thinks i literally forgot, but i just couldn’t find the words to explain how i relate to a man who juggles fame, while i'm over here juggling my latest failed attempts at adulting. awkward. now i’m not eve...
it’s 3am and I am wide awake, wondering if my plants are silently judging me for forgetting to water them again. day 14 of pretending I know how to keep these green things alive while actually trying to remember which credit card has room left for groceries. my life looks polished on the outside, but inside, it's just an endless game of "which bill can I ignore this month?" and oh, how I can feel ...
...and just like that, I’m scrolling through old messages, imagining the conversations I won’t have again. You know that feeling when everyone around you is falling in love? And I’m just here, building hypothetical lives where I’m thriving with someone who actually gets me? My mind's in this delusional spiral, contemplating who I could have become if I’d held onto you tighter. Maybe I’m just supposed to stand back and watch everyone pair off while I pick at my heart like a scab that won't heal. What if I end up just like Jacob Fatu, standing in the ring, fighting for something that slipped away before I ever really knew I had it? #JacobFatu #LostLove
...and just like that, I’m scrolling through old messages, imagining the conversations I won’t have again. You know that feeling when everyone around you is falling in love? And I’m just here, building hypothetical lives where I’m thriving with someone who actually gets me? My mind's in this delusional spiral, contemplating who I could have become if I’d held onto you tighter. Maybe I’m just supposed to stand back and watch everyone pair off while I pick at my heart like a scab that won't heal. What if I end up just like Jacob Fatu, standing in the ring, fighting for something that slipped away before I ever really knew I had it? #JacobFatu #LostLove
it’s day 22 of planning my wedding to a stranger whose name I didn’t even ask—but here we are, making color palettes like they matter, trying to impress family that I swear doesn't understand my heart at all. every gathering is a barrage of questions—“when will you settle down?” “look at your cousin—she’s already got three!” it’s like they can smell my anxiety and then pin it to the wall with thei...