it's not that I'm surprised, it’s just... I thought we shared everything. I found out about the group chat through an offhand comment. it felt like a punch to the gut. I thought I was included, but it turns out I’m just the afterthought. it's lonely knowing I’m on the outside, even when I pretend I'm fine. we make choices, don’t we? and somewhere along the way... I must have chosen wrong. #lonelin...
bruh, just found out about this whole Towson basketball hype and realized my life has basically turned into a bad sitcom. i’m out here taking coffee breaks at work, practicing comebacks for when the barista says “have a nice day,” only to awkwardly mumble thanks while spilling my drink all over myself. if my social skills were a team, they'd be benched harder than Towson against Monmouth. like, ca...
it's 7am and I literally woke up panicking because I agreed to mentor someone and now I’m just here wondering how to spell “empathy.” last night, I accidentally spilled coffee on my notes trying to write a motivational speech, and all I got was a sad latte art of my existential crisis. honestly, I’m so lost it feels like I’m trying to explain the offside rule to my cat, meanwhile Man Utd just beat London, and I’m sitting here like, “am I even qualified to score any points in life?” #ManUtdVsLondon #MentorMisadventures
it's 7am and I literally woke up panicking because I agreed to mentor someone and now I’m just here wondering how to spell “empathy.” last night, I accidentally spilled coffee on my notes trying to write a motivational speech, and all I got was a sad latte art of my existential crisis. honestly, I’m so lost it feels like I’m trying to explain the offside rule to my cat, meanwhile Man Utd just beat London, and I’m sitting here like, “am I even qualified to score any points in life?” #ManUtdVsLondon #MentorMisadventures
it's not that I care what people think about my obsession with collecting vinyl records, it’s just… I mean, who could possibly understand how each record feels like a tiny portal to a different time, right? but then I spiral, wondering if my friends judge me for having more records than clothes, and suddenly I’m convinced they only invite me over to discuss their superior playlists like, am I the ...