it's not that i don't have friends, it's just that nobody really knows me anymore. like, i can recite every line of a favorite childhood movie, but when was the last time someone asked me what makes me happy? the other day, i sat alone at a party scrolling through my phone, surrounded by people, but i still felt like the only person not laughing. my mom called asking about my new hobby, and i lied...
last night, I went down this rabbit hole of my old vinyl records, thinking I’d feel nostalgia or something. instead, I realized I have more dust on the covers than memories to make. it's like, I have this huge collection that feels more like a reminder of who I was when I thought I’d be out dancing every weekend, instead of just... here, on my couch, wondering if I should even bother... but hey, t...
day 47 of staring at my bookshelf, realizing i’ve read more romances than i’ve lived. it's 3 a.m. and all i can think about is how i built my identity around someone who vanished like a forgotten bookmark. now everyone else is cozying up to love stories while i’m here, memorizing the plots of novels, wishing the characters would finally get a grip on what it feels like to be alone but still whole.
day 47 of staring at my bookshelf, realizing i’ve read more romances than i’ve lived. it's 3 a.m. and all i can think about is how i built my identity around someone who vanished like a forgotten bookmark. now everyone else is cozying up to love stories while i’m here, memorizing the plots of novels, wishing the characters would finally get a grip on what it feels like to be alone but still whole.
saw the news about that third impeachment complaint against the vice president and like, honestly, it’s just another reminder that sometimes life feels like a chaotic game of musical chairs, but instead of seats, it's people, and I’m still standing alone. meanwhile, all my friends are pairing off, and I’m over here wondering why I can literally remember the sound of them laughing at my worst momen...