ever been that person who gives someone a second chance, only to see them use it on someone else? like, congratulations. i hand-delivered you my heart with a bow, and you just gift-wrapped it for someone else. now i'm stuck here - awkwardly cringing while eating an entire pint of ice cream, contemplating my life choices. i should have just asked if they wanted the heart-shaped box or the full-on c...
why is it that every family gathering feels like a live performance review, with each of my relatives taking turns comparing me to my overachieving cousins — like, sorry for not having a side hustle that also cures world hunger? they ask me when i'm finally going to find my "true passion" and i’m sitting there like—who decided my entire existence needs a plot twist every six months? and then they ...
it's not that i’m bad with money, it’s just that i spend it on distractions like they’re the solution. bought another tiny plant today because it feels more alive than i do—tried to decorate my space with things that don’t need me. meanwhile, the one thing i need—a solid plan for my life—keeps slipping through my fingers like that race no one talks about. picabo street’s fierce spirit reminds me of how fast time goes, and here i am stuck in a loop, collecting knick-knacks while my dreams collect dust. #PicaboStreet #lifechoices
it's not that i’m bad with money, it’s just that i spend it on distractions like they’re the solution. bought another tiny plant today because it feels more alive than i do—tried to decorate my space with things that don’t need me. meanwhile, the one thing i need—a solid plan for my life—keeps slipping through my fingers like that race no one talks about. picabo street’s fierce spirit reminds me of how fast time goes, and here i am stuck in a loop, collecting knick-knacks while my dreams collect dust. #PicaboStreet #lifechoices
family gatherings feel less like a celebration and more like an interrogation chamber where everyone asks when you are finally going to “get your life together.” you sit there, nodding and pretending to be interested while secretly wondering how your cousins’ mediocre lives seem to have everything figured out. honestly, i just want to show up in sweatpants and a blanket and tell everyone that thei...