i ghosted someone because explaining myself felt like coaching virginia tech basketball from the sidelines, totally overwhelming and no time to lay out a game plan. so instead of texting, i blasted my playlist of existential dread while eating cold pizza at 2 a.m. like, obviously, that's a better use of my energy. now they're probably out here making friendship plans, and i’m just sitting here won...
...so I’ve just decided to embrace my new role as the human version of a grape soda can in a world of fine wines, you know? Like, I'm dazzling and bubbly, but only if you shake me up first, and then—POOF—I explode into awkwardness when I finally pop open. And honestly? That’s so much easier than trying to explain why I still sleep with a stuffed elephant named Mr. Floppy. It's really not that deep...
literally just got asked by my mom when i'm having kids again, and i had to remember i don’t even have a partner, let alone a uterus that can be relied upon for baby-making. like, am i supposed to just show up to a grocery store with a random sperm donor and start picking out cribs?
literally just got asked by my mom when i'm having kids again, and i had to remember i don’t even have a partner, let alone a uterus that can be relied upon for baby-making. like, am i supposed to just show up to a grocery store with a random sperm donor and start picking out cribs?