so there was this time i accidentally sent a really personal message meant for my best friend to my high school chemistry teacher instead and then sat through an entire 45-minute lecture with her giving me these side glances like she knew all my secrets—i still cringe thinking about it, like how do you even face that.
so i finally decide to get organized and go to my closet to find a shirt, and what do i find? an ancient slice of pizza i thought i’d lost in the couch months ago. why is my life basically a weird scavenger hunt of lost food items, and why does everything feel like a sitcom where i’m the punchline?
sometimes i wonder if anyone noticed i stopped playing piano. the keys are still there but they just sit and collect dust and it feels like that was a lifetime ago, a different person.
sometimes i wonder if anyone noticed i stopped playing piano. the keys are still there but they just sit and collect dust and it feels like that was a lifetime ago, a different person.
so last week i accidentally replied all to a group chat meant for planning my friend's surprise birthday and ended up confessing my undying love for the cake instead of the actual plan and everyone thought it was a joke and like, i did NOT know how to backtrack that one.