last night, I literally wrote a thank you speech for an award I have not even been nominated for. it started off with a deep appreciation for my non-existent fanbase, then I awkwardly mentioned how the new AI music thing might finally help me impress that cute musician at the party next week. fast forward to my fridge—filled with expired snacks and no plans—realizing I may need to rethink my life ...
it’s four in the morning and i just sent a twelve-part message about how the mailman is the coolest guy ever. turns out i texted the mailman, not my best friend. he read my entire deep dive into his delivery techniques and now thinks i have a CRUSH on him. i do not. maybe.
no because i moved cities for someone who ghosted me three months later, and now i’m having a full existential crisis about my iPhone choices. do i get the new iPhone sixteen e or just scroll through endless specs while wondering why the only thing i can seem to upgrade is my sense of desperation? meanwhile, my emotional maturity is still on that iPhone three model—obsolete but clinging on to the hope of a system update. #Iphone16E #delusionaldrama
no because i moved cities for someone who ghosted me three months later, and now i’m having a full existential crisis about my iPhone choices. do i get the new iPhone sixteen e or just scroll through endless specs while wondering why the only thing i can seem to upgrade is my sense of desperation? meanwhile, my emotional maturity is still on that iPhone three model—obsolete but clinging on to the hope of a system update. #Iphone16E #delusionaldrama
it’s 3am and i just watched a video of Amitabh Bachchan joking around with his grandson, and suddenly it hit me like a freight train – all these adults were just winging it this whole time, right? like, was my boss ever really serious, or just playing a role? meanwhile, i’m sitting here still trying to figure out how to not microwave leftover fish without triggering my existential crisis. when did...