just realized my bathroom scale is mocking me while i buy overpriced air fresheners to make the room smell like lavender dreams instead of my own existential dread. i mean, who needs savings when you can have twenty different scents of "calming oasis"? now i'm stuck weighing the weight of my regrets while inhaling a eucalyptus mint cloud of denial!
yooo, I just saw this thing about the kospi index skyrocketing and literally thought about how my last investment was naming future pets with someone I barely know—like, how is that a red flag? I’m out here contemplating imaginary lives with some random while my actual financial portfolio is under my mattress, buried in disappointment and crushed dreams. Now I'm like, do I name the cat Kospi or wh...
i keep going back to this random British true crime podcast that everyone said i should stop listening to. it's not healthy, they said. do i care? NO. they dissect gruesome murders like it's an episode of my favorite cooking show. how can i quit when each week feels like a high-stakes game of "will they get caught?" it's like an awful relationship; the thrill of the chase is addicting. i mean, who needs a therapist when you can spend hours worrying if they’ll be apprehended before the season finale?
i keep going back to this random British true crime podcast that everyone said i should stop listening to. it's not healthy, they said. do i care? NO. they dissect gruesome murders like it's an episode of my favorite cooking show. how can i quit when each week feels like a high-stakes game of "will they get caught?" it's like an awful relationship; the thrill of the chase is addicting. i mean, who needs a therapist when you can spend hours worrying if they’ll be apprehended before the season finale?
wait, so they want me to register for this CUET UG thing before I even know if I can stay awake past noon? the last time I stayed up late, it was to finish an awkward rom-com that had more plot twists than my love life. but here I am, contemplating signing up for something that might decide my future when I can't even decide if I want toast or cereal for breakfast. turns out, keeping a secret from...