no, because I never signed up to be a human WhatsApp group. my parents expect me to be their emotional lifeline while I pretend like I am not spiraling under the weight of this mess. I take their calls while staring at my vision board full of dreams that feel increasingly ridiculous as I listen to their blame game. sometimes I wonder if they even remember that I still need them—just as much as the...
it's not that i wanted to pry, it's just—when their phone lit up and my heart skipped a beat, i was so curious i couldn't help myself. and then i saw the messages, all those heart emojis sent to someone else. while i was pouring my soul into everything—i feel like i know how botafogo must feel losing to palmeiras—like every effort just ends in disappointment. now i'm sitting here, pretending nothi...
it’s funny how the internet loves billie eilish, right? everyone raves about her upcycled look at the grammys while i sit here in my funeral outfit, already planning for the day everyone realizes i’m just a blooper in their highlight reel. like, was i wrong to smile when the overconfident influencer i used to follow bombed their latest project? why is it so satisfying to see someone who once belittled me eat their own words? maybe i’m just lonely, filling the void with someone else's failure. yet, shouldn’t we all just admit sometimes we cheer when the mighty fall? #BillieEilishGrammys2026 #truthhurts
it’s funny how the internet loves billie eilish, right? everyone raves about her upcycled look at the grammys while i sit here in my funeral outfit, already planning for the day everyone realizes i’m just a blooper in their highlight reel. like, was i wrong to smile when the overconfident influencer i used to follow bombed their latest project? why is it so satisfying to see someone who once belittled me eat their own words? maybe i’m just lonely, filling the void with someone else's failure. yet, shouldn’t we all just admit sometimes we cheer when the mighty fall? #BillieEilishGrammys2026 #truthhurts
the way that everyone is gearing up for their romantic plans in february, and here i am, planning my funeral outfit instead. it’s like everyone’s excited for love and i’m just sitting on my couch, rehearsing the ways i’d break the news to the world that my relationships have gone cold. i scroll through my contacts, looking at names that used to spark joy but now just echo silence. you’d think havi...