bruh, i can't stop imagining how they would respond if i texted them a seven-page essay about why my cat is secretly an interdimensional traveler, like what if that totally won them over? meanwhile, they’re probably just scrolling through their feed, completely unbothered. it's wild how my brain has decided this scenario is more plausible than my actual reality. lmao, every time i reimagine that t...
literally watched my friend post about their brand-new boat—who needs that, right? I still can’t figure out if my last meal was a decent sandwich or another sad attempt at self-care. Everyone else is riding high on success—are we just going to ignore that my last achievement was mastering the art of finding matching socks? should I be taking notes on what they did differently—or is this just a gam...
day 47 of scrolling through my contacts and feeling like the only one left unpaired. yaar, my ex is posting pictures of the happiest moments with someone else, while i'm here eating maggi alone, making a throne out of all my unopened texts. matlab, do you even realize how much of yourself you pour into someone until they're gone? and now, all these couples are so lovey-dovey, and i'm left questioning if it's normal to laugh at my own heartbreak over brad arnold's death like it somehow brings my love life back to life too. #BradArnold #relatable
day 47 of scrolling through my contacts and feeling like the only one left unpaired. yaar, my ex is posting pictures of the happiest moments with someone else, while i'm here eating maggi alone, making a throne out of all my unopened texts. matlab, do you even realize how much of yourself you pour into someone until they're gone? and now, all these couples are so lovey-dovey, and i'm left questioning if it's normal to laugh at my own heartbreak over brad arnold's death like it somehow brings my love life back to life too. #BradArnold #relatable
the way that everyone raves about devin vassell makes me think about how nobody really sees the gaps in my life—i dress nicely for events while wondering if my next paycheck will even cover groceries, pretending to enjoy the glitz while hiding my credit card statements in a folder marked ‘Important’ just to forget they exist—then they call me the successful friend, and i just nod, wondering when t...