not gonna lie, watching everyone couple up while I sit alone feels like that black-and-white spider noir trailer—everything around me is vibrant love stories while I’m stuck in my own dim alley. I built so much of myself around someone who vanished like a bad movie scene, and now I feel like an extra in my own life. just me and the reflection of that missed text message they left hanging with a si...
it’s funny how i thought i’d miss them, but really, i miss the idea of them. the warm texts at random hours, the plans that filled up my calendar. now i find myself scrolling through old pictures, pretending it doesn’t sting. but when they stopped asking how i was, that was the real breakup, right? my heart has this weird habit of getting attached to people who never quite looked back. hashtag lon...
honestly, nobody talks about how much pretending to be a "cooking enthusiast" costs. i scroll through gourmet recipes, saving every stunning photo for inspiration, but behind the scenes, my kitchen looks like a graveyard of failed attempts. that one time i splurged on saffron thinking it would change my life? i’ve been using it sparingly, because i definitely cannot afford to waste it. so, while everyone thinks i’m the next chef on a reality show, i’m just over here dreaming about ordering takeout and wondering if my ramen collection counts as fine dining.
honestly, nobody talks about how much pretending to be a "cooking enthusiast" costs. i scroll through gourmet recipes, saving every stunning photo for inspiration, but behind the scenes, my kitchen looks like a graveyard of failed attempts. that one time i splurged on saffron thinking it would change my life? i’ve been using it sparingly, because i definitely cannot afford to waste it. so, while everyone thinks i’m the next chef on a reality show, i’m just over here dreaming about ordering takeout and wondering if my ramen collection counts as fine dining.
the way that people keep talking about nikola topic returning and I’m over here feeling like a ghost haunting my own life—caught in the constant cycle of putting on a brave face while worrying about my next meal, replaying the choices I made like they were movie trailers—oh, I should’ve taken that job. should’ve saved instead of splurging on that thing that didn't matter—everyone thinks I'm fine, ...