it’s day 22 of planning my wedding to a stranger whose name I didn’t even ask—but here we are, making color palettes like they matter, trying to impress family that I swear doesn't understand my heart at all. every gathering is a barrage of questions—“when will you settle down?” “look at your cousin—she’s already got three!” it’s like they can smell my anxiety and then pin it to the wall with thei...
sometimes I sit down to clean my room and end up on the floor surrounded by piles of stuff I dont even remember owning. I keep thinking about the person I ghosted, imagining how they might actually have made me feel less overwhelmed. instead, I just shut down and let silence do the talking. a simple text felt like a whole novel I wasn’t ready to write. #everydaychaos #relatabletruths
not gonna lie, I got jealous of a fictional character for dating my celebrity crush. like, how is it fair that a made-up person gets to live my fantasy while I sit here with my unfulfilled dreams? I mean, I know they don’t exist but the feeling is real. it just hits different to realize my reality is a never-ending cycle of crushes on people who don't even know my name.
not gonna lie, I got jealous of a fictional character for dating my celebrity crush. like, how is it fair that a made-up person gets to live my fantasy while I sit here with my unfulfilled dreams? I mean, I know they don’t exist but the feeling is real. it just hits different to realize my reality is a never-ending cycle of crushes on people who don't even know my name.
yooo, so I just heard about John Estrada's divorce and now I'm over here reflecting on my own love life like—was anyone even going to tell me I’ve been "dating" the last few cans of expired soup in my pantry? I was literally imagining my 5-year plan with them, while my actual plan was just to binge-watch cooking shows because it felt better than accepting my reality. if john can end it, maybe it's...