i've spent my whole life apologizing for existing like i'm the surprise broccoli on a pizza nobody ordered. honestly, at this point, the only thing more unnecessary than my apologies is a seatbelt in a go-kart. it's time to take up space like a toddler at a buffet, because if I’m gonna take flak for taking up space, i might as well pile on the nachos.
it’s literally 1:37 AM and I just spent the last hour watching live feeds of people trying to fix their weirdly crooked fences on some random YouTube channel. like, I don't know these people, yet here I am, emotionally invested in their backyard drama. honestly, the couple is arguing about whether to use nails or screws, and I’m sitting here shouting “JUST COMMUNICATE!” at my screen like it’s real...
do people actually like me or just this weird version I keep putting out? honestly, it's like I could drop a five-minute soliloquy on the benefits of festival water bottles and they’d be totally on board. meanwhile, deep down, I’m wondering if my friends are literally still only here for the snack table I set up like Brandi Carlile is performing her Utopian festival for literal VIPs in my living room. maybe if I looked into my favorite “just here for the vibe” crowd I would realize they’re just waiting for me to serve some decent chips before they head out. #BrandiCarlile #ExistentialSnacks
do people actually like me or just this weird version I keep putting out? honestly, it's like I could drop a five-minute soliloquy on the benefits of festival water bottles and they’d be totally on board. meanwhile, deep down, I’m wondering if my friends are literally still only here for the snack table I set up like Brandi Carlile is performing her Utopian festival for literal VIPs in my living room. maybe if I looked into my favorite “just here for the vibe” crowd I would realize they’re just waiting for me to serve some decent chips before they head out. #BrandiCarlile #ExistentialSnacks
you know my relatives keep comparing me to my cousin who's 'doing so well'... i mean, how do they not see that the only thing we have in common is our last name and my embarrassing search history of "how to be a functioning adult?" like, are we all really on the same page like shashi tharoor and rahul gandhi, or am i just still stuck in the chapter where the protagonist is Googling “how to stop sp...