just wrote a six-paragraph rant about how my plants are definitely judging my life choices. it felt empowering. my cactus is definitely an unsupportive friend, but here I am feeling like the main character in a soap opera. like, do they know about my deep shame for the sad wilted leaves, or are they just judging my life choices because they live in a pot? it's getting really real over here.
found old texts from my grocery store manager who literally used to tell me to “keep shining” and “the sky is the limit.” now I just stare at wilted lettuce like I’ve made all the wrong life choices.
today i decided to actually calculate how long it would take to save for a life-changing purchase. i just like stared at my bank account, feeling more and more depressed. then i remembered it was a bank holiday, and it hit me – no one is even banking today. like, how ironic is that? my dreams are on pause while everyone else is off living theirs. the universe is literally laughing at me right now. #TodayBankHoliday #LifeIsAJoke
today i decided to actually calculate how long it would take to save for a life-changing purchase. i just like stared at my bank account, feeling more and more depressed. then i remembered it was a bank holiday, and it hit me – no one is even banking today. like, how ironic is that? my dreams are on pause while everyone else is off living theirs. the universe is literally laughing at me right now. #TodayBankHoliday #LifeIsAJoke
bruh, just casually double texted, then triple texted my neighbor about their garden gnome collection. thought it was cute. then had a full spiral where I pictured them inviting me over for a gnome-themed party, complete with gnome-shaped cookies. decided that faking my death was a solid plan if they didn’t reply. that way, no one would ever know how deep my obsession ran.