so i just sent a twenty minute voice note about my neighbor's ridiculous lawn decorations to the wrong person and now i have to just... hope they delete it, like what even is wrong with me. these things are SO stupid and yet here i am wasting my own time making commentaries on gnomes and flamingos.
kya baat hai, samjho na please, main soch rahi thi sab kuch bigad jayega but nahi, woh doctor ka call aisa tha jaise koi umeed mili ho, mujhe pata tha par ghar wale toh aur gher khelegi ye stomach problem waala game, matlab life ki race toh khud jeet gayi yaar.
sat on my couch tonight surrounded by half-read books and unwashed dishes, scrolling through social media and feeling this weird knot in my stomach as everyone’s posting about their dream vacations and new projects, meanwhile my last exciting thing was finding a good deal on sourdough at the grocery store, and like why does it feel like i’m the only one stuck in this never-ending loop of the same old grind?
sat on my couch tonight surrounded by half-read books and unwashed dishes, scrolling through social media and feeling this weird knot in my stomach as everyone’s posting about their dream vacations and new projects, meanwhile my last exciting thing was finding a good deal on sourdough at the grocery store, and like why does it feel like i’m the only one stuck in this never-ending loop of the same old grind?
woke up this morning to find my fridge empty and just realized i have like zero groceries but also need to pay this weird fee for my gym that i barely use. went to check my account and it feels like every time i look, there’s just less and less to work with, can’t remember the last time i bought something just for me.