Day 23 of my “let’s make the office a little more magical” initiative. I decided to manifest love by dressing as a quirky yet irresistible mermaid during our annual conference, thinking it would charm my co-workers—why not sparkle at the water cooler, right? Fast forward to me literally flopping around like a beached whale, getting more attention than intended. Instead of the admiration I dreame...
today i just realized that ive been waiting for someone to swoop in and save me, like it’s some kind of telenovela moment, and here i am, scrolling through the lineup for the Vasco vs Bahia game like it’ll distract me from my own mess. why does it feel like every time i cheer for something, it ends up as chaotic as my laundry piling up in the corner, nobody coming to fold it but me? maybe instead ...
it’s not that i envy the bulls or the celtics. it’s just that they have camaraderie, a purpose. i watch the games, feel more disconnected from my own friends who barely text back. they are busy thriving, while i’m just overthinking what it means when your circle shrinks to a point where nobody calls, nobody cares. sometimes i think about how easily friendships faded. and it stings, knowing even the score of a game seems like a bridge to real connections. am i just a spectator in my own life? #BullsVsCeltics #LonelyVibes
it’s not that i envy the bulls or the celtics. it’s just that they have camaraderie, a purpose. i watch the games, feel more disconnected from my own friends who barely text back. they are busy thriving, while i’m just overthinking what it means when your circle shrinks to a point where nobody calls, nobody cares. sometimes i think about how easily friendships faded. and it stings, knowing even the score of a game seems like a bridge to real connections. am i just a spectator in my own life? #BullsVsCeltics #LonelyVibes
it’s not that i’m obsessed. it’s just that sometimes i find myself scrolling through old blog posts about people’s lives, you know? then, before i realize it, i like a post from five years ago and panic sets in like a storm. like, do they know i’m lurking? should i pretend it was an accident? or maybe… just maybe, they need to remember that they mattered once, even if it was just for me to feel le...