it's not that i care about the clemson vs pittsburgh game, it’s just that the thought of my life spiraling while those teams are fighting is like realizing my pizza rolls were in the oven and now it’s too late. i swear, just thinking about how stressed people get over college sports makes me reflect on my job where literally NO ONE cares about my personal victories, and maybe that's what haunts me...
ever invested hours into assembling an IKEA bookshelf, convinced it would change your life, only for it to stand there, utterly EMPTY, mocking you like an unrequited crush? i mean, what’s the point of giving it a proper funeral outfit when it just ends up being a glorified pile of unfinished dreams?
No, because I just found old texts from that one person who texted back before 2 AM, and suddenly I'm picturing our entire life together. Like, imagine us making handcrafted tacos at two in the morning while discussing the meaning of life, just like we joked about. Then I remembered I have not even seen their name in years. The way they only texted because they needed to borrow my weird homemade stencil for a school project, and here I am, manifesting a future that never existed.
No, because I just found old texts from that one person who texted back before 2 AM, and suddenly I'm picturing our entire life together. Like, imagine us making handcrafted tacos at two in the morning while discussing the meaning of life, just like we joked about. Then I remembered I have not even seen their name in years. The way they only texted because they needed to borrow my weird homemade stencil for a school project, and here I am, manifesting a future that never existed.
it’s three am and i just found out the family secret that explains why i can’t keep a houseplant alive. apparently, my great-uncle tried to start an agricultural coup in the ‘70s and... my family is really just as bad at nurturing green things as they are at emotionally connecting. now i’m considering therapy and wondering if the reason i treat relationships like the weather is something genetic. ...