it’s not that i’m ghosting them because i’m a bad person. it’s just... sometimes the thought of having to explain why my entire life feels like that one endless wmata delay? ugh. like, i sat down to respond and instead ended up researching how to bury my savings into imaginary investments because—surprise!—my plans fell apart like my public transportation schedule during a snowstorm. i thought, "w...
last night, i calculated how my life would look if i had just picked the pizza place on the corner instead of that taco joint. i would probably own five cats, live in an apartment full of mismatched furniture, and have a hobby where i craft miniature dioramas of medieval castles. instead, i am trying to make the last ten bucks in my bank account stretch over this week’s avocado toast and wondering...
yooo, so I just realized I’m basically building a life that looks like it was outlined in a brochure from the nineties, right down to the three-bedroom house and yard. like, where’s my neon green hair and dream of becoming a professional dodgeball referee? instead, I’m over here watering the same boring plants my mom loves... bruh, did I accidentally sign a contract for this suburban fantasy?
yooo, so I just realized I’m basically building a life that looks like it was outlined in a brochure from the nineties, right down to the three-bedroom house and yard. like, where’s my neon green hair and dream of becoming a professional dodgeball referee? instead, I’m over here watering the same boring plants my mom loves... bruh, did I accidentally sign a contract for this suburban fantasy?
literally spent all of last night daydreaming about what it would be like if we had to relocate due to school closings, and instead of focusing on the snow, I spiraled into plotting revenge against my imaginary frenemy from high school—yeah, the one I never even spoke to—because it turns out my whole life could unravel at any moment, and she totally wouldn’t have known, so who would care if I put ...