it’s not that i think about food 24/7... it’s just when i accidentally voice texted my intrusive thoughts while trying to look for the best restaurant. it interpreted my chaotic brain as ‘do you think they serve pasta here or will they be the kind of place that judges me for asking?’ then it just… sent. i went into a full panic thinking the world saw my existential crisis at 2 am. turns out nobody...
no because i just texted my friend about how i never thought the words “thank you for the lovely dinner” could feel like asking someone to help bury a body, like why did i phrase it that way, and now i’m just watching those three dots appear and disappear like a bad magic trick while contemplating if maybe i should’ve just sent a GIF of a potato or something. also, did i really just say “it was a ...
wait, just found out how much I’ve spent on subscriptions I completely forgot about—why do I even have a magazine from 2005 sent to me? I feel like I’ve been paying rent for ghosts at this point. I mean, do I really need an account for a streaming service that only plays documentaries about the ocean? I can’t even swim! now I’m sitting here, contemplating if I should cancel the thing or just add it to my funeral savings fund, because I am ready for that eternal nap—assuming my coffin can fit all my secret regrets. #NaraLokesh #adultingfail
wait, just found out how much I’ve spent on subscriptions I completely forgot about—why do I even have a magazine from 2005 sent to me? I feel like I’ve been paying rent for ghosts at this point. I mean, do I really need an account for a streaming service that only plays documentaries about the ocean? I can’t even swim! now I’m sitting here, contemplating if I should cancel the thing or just add it to my funeral savings fund, because I am ready for that eternal nap—assuming my coffin can fit all my secret regrets. #NaraLokesh #adultingfail