not gonna lie, every time I see Brandi Glanville trending, I wonder if my face would also look great after some plastic surgery. I mean, I just spent six months catching up on bills from years of ignoring my finances. I could have paid a surgeon or funded a second chance at actually trying to be an adult. now I’m just over here practicing my “wow, I love being broke” smile, which frankly isn’t win...
it's not that i checked their social media again. it's just... i was looking for inspiration for my future poetry book titled "love from a distance." i mean, everyone knows poets get their best material from unrequited crushes, right? so there i am, deep in my feelings, suddenly spiraling into their cousin's cat's account for some reason. the cat has more followers than me, and honestly? that's wh...
i ghosted someone because explaining myself felt like coaching virginia tech basketball from the sidelines, totally overwhelming and no time to lay out a game plan. so instead of texting, i blasted my playlist of existential dread while eating cold pizza at 2 a.m. like, obviously, that's a better use of my energy. now they're probably out here making friendship plans, and i’m just sitting here wondering if my life could have been different had i sent that “sorry” text. #VirginiaTechBasketball #ghosting
i ghosted someone because explaining myself felt like coaching virginia tech basketball from the sidelines, totally overwhelming and no time to lay out a game plan. so instead of texting, i blasted my playlist of existential dread while eating cold pizza at 2 a.m. like, obviously, that's a better use of my energy. now they're probably out here making friendship plans, and i’m just sitting here wondering if my life could have been different had i sent that “sorry” text. #VirginiaTechBasketball #ghosting
...so I’ve just decided to embrace my new role as the human version of a grape soda can in a world of fine wines, you know? Like, I'm dazzling and bubbly, but only if you shake me up first, and then—POOF—I explode into awkwardness when I finally pop open. And honestly? That’s so much easier than trying to explain why I still sleep with a stuffed elephant named Mr. Floppy. It's really not that deep...