it's day 47 of pretending like everything is fine while my life feels like a reality show gone wrong. yaar, did you see this thing about the ferrari luce? i can't even afford to fuel my dreams, let alone a car that changes colors. matlab, i sit here and imagine rolling up in that beauty, but right now my biggest accomplishment is remembering to put my socks on. some days, i think i should just pac...
you ever sit through a holiday dinner that felt less like family and more like an audience? everyone throwing out their opinions on life choices like they know better, while I just nod—inside I’m screaming that they should really just look at their own mess first. oh, and it gets better—when Chloe Kim is up on that screen, hitting the halfpipe like the icon she is, I couldn’t help but think about ...
how do you go from knowing everyone to feeling completely invisible? i changed everything about myself, crafted this shiny new version for someone else — and now, i look around and realize all those friends turned into strangers. hundreds of contacts, but when loneliness hits, i can't find anyone who knows me. it's wild — the more i adapt, the less connected i feel.
how do you go from knowing everyone to feeling completely invisible? i changed everything about myself, crafted this shiny new version for someone else — and now, i look around and realize all those friends turned into strangers. hundreds of contacts, but when loneliness hits, i can't find anyone who knows me. it's wild — the more i adapt, the less connected i feel.
day 47 of pretending i'm okay with being single while my ex is literally dating someone who could be our kid. i scroll through my feed and see all these couples thriving, while i'm over here rewatching old seasons of a show like a comforting ex. it's honestly pathetic, but here i am, feeling all the things, remembering how much of myself i wrapped around someone else, like they were my safety net....