literally watched the latest news on Trabzonspor vs Fenerbahçe while sitting alone in my room. it's strange—I've got hundreds of contacts but nobody knows I'm just drowning in silence. my family sends chaotic group texts about the match, and I just feel like an outsider in my own life. I prepared my funeral outfit for adult loneliness, wondering when it became normal to feel invisible. what do you...
just realized my social life has the same fate as chemmy alcott's wardrobe—one moment you're ready to show up, and the next you're hiding in the bathroom questioning every choice you've ever made. went out the other night and spilled water all over my clothes, mirroring a classic ‘oops’ moment. and my friends? they all saw. now im dodging invites because who wants to relive that horror? #ChemmyAlc...
it's not that i can't afford to fix my broken phone screen — it’s just that my phone's personality was always more fun than my bank account anyway. do you really need a functioning screen when you can send messages through the power of positive vibes? right? and sure, my friends laugh about my "unique retro style," but they don’t know my shopping trips consist of wandering through stores like it’s a live-action version of how the other half lives — a little trip here, a “sorry, I just can’t” there. who actually needs high-definition images when you can create a masterpiece in their minds with your DELUSIONAL CONFIDENCE? have you ever tried calling a friend only to realize you can't actually afford the time for a heart-to-heart? doesn’t everyone practice how they would apologize for missing...
it's not that i can't afford to fix my broken phone screen — it’s just that my phone's personality was always more fun than my bank account anyway. do you really need a functioning screen when you can send messages through the power of positive vibes? right? and sure, my friends laugh about my "unique retro style," but they don’t know my shopping trips consist of wandering through stores like it’s a live-action version of how the other half lives — a little trip here, a “sorry, I just can’t” there. who actually needs high-definition images when you can create a masterpiece in their minds with your DELUSIONAL CONFIDENCE? have you ever tried calling a friend only to realize you can't actually afford the time for a heart-to-heart? doesn’t everyone practice how they would apologize for missing...
wait, so there’s a John Wick game coming out? great. my parents are already disappointed in my career choices, now I have to compete with a fictional hitman. I can almost hear my dad saying, “I’m not mad, just disappointed” as I sit here wondering if my life should’ve had more action. honestly, sometimes I feel like I could just hit restart and... but then I think, would I even choose differently?...