have you ever fixated on a pair of socks you lost months ago? i can’t stop thinking about those blue ones. probably buried in the back of the closet, while i’m here wrestling with my morning coffee like it's the meaning of life. do they miss me? probably not. they’re living their best sock life somewhere, and i’m stuck overthinking a past with lost laundry.
it's not that i'm bitter about everyone getting married. it's just that every time i see another couple at a function, i remember the last time we were together, how we used to laugh, and now i can't even keep my health insurance updated. feels like i built my entire world around a love that was never meant to last. now, all i have are the broken pieces and people asking when i'll settle down, whi...
no, because watching my cousin announce their engagement is like attending a chaotic family circus. everyone’s cheering while i’m here with a pizza box for a coffee table. the way they casually drop new cars like it's a normal Tuesday while i'm still figuring out what flavor of instant ramen to eat for the week. i’m stuck in this loop of congratulating people for milestones while wondering if i’ll ever have my own to celebrate. how did we go from playdates to pity dates at the grocery store, where i'm counting coupons while they’re counting blessings?
no, because watching my cousin announce their engagement is like attending a chaotic family circus. everyone’s cheering while i’m here with a pizza box for a coffee table. the way they casually drop new cars like it's a normal Tuesday while i'm still figuring out what flavor of instant ramen to eat for the week. i’m stuck in this loop of congratulating people for milestones while wondering if i’ll ever have my own to celebrate. how did we go from playdates to pity dates at the grocery store, where i'm counting coupons while they’re counting blessings?
everybody’s talking about never giving up hope and I can’t stop thinking about that one person who probably doesn’t even remember my name—didn’t think I’d be this person, watching others build lives while I drown in playlists for fights we never had. it’s wild how you can build so much of yourself around someone, only to realize you’re just a ghost of the “we” that doesn’t exist anymore—like, toda...