i woke up this morning and scrolled through my old photos, realizing that every good memory now feels like a wound. all those laughs, all those moments where i thought we could conquer the world together, and now i just scroll aimlessly, watching everyone couple up. part of me thinks maybe i built my whole identity around someone else, but the other part wonders if it’s just me—me who's broken, me...
this news about Netanyahu and Iran makes me realize how fragile trust can be—like the way my best friend revealed my secret when I thought we were on the same side. now I'm stuck watching the fallout, feeling like I’m navigating landmines in a war zone where everyone claims to be allies. maybe that’s why I hate small talk at work so much; it's just everyone pretending we're fine when everything’s ...
it is literally three a.m. and I just realized I forgot to send back that thing I borrowed weeks ago. it's been sitting on my kitchen table, mocking me, like a relic of the past when I had friends who called just to see how I was. now I scroll through hundreds of contacts on my phone, and it hits me; I have nobody to call. honestly, I could literally disappear for weeks, and the silence would barely even register.
it is literally three a.m. and I just realized I forgot to send back that thing I borrowed weeks ago. it's been sitting on my kitchen table, mocking me, like a relic of the past when I had friends who called just to see how I was. now I scroll through hundreds of contacts on my phone, and it hits me; I have nobody to call. honestly, I could literally disappear for weeks, and the silence would barely even register.
it's 3am and i'm sitting here replaying the moment i accidentally hearted my own message, wondering if anyone else feels just as invisible as i do, like jos buttler talking about how the pressure affects his game but like, can we talk about how nobody asks me if i’m okay, not really? with hundreds of contacts, it's a joke that i have to convince myself i’m not alone while i scroll through empty te...