so, the other day i realized ive stopped trying to make people understand me. now, i just throw on my performance face like its a costume for a one-person play about being a totally normal person. last week, i pretended to know how to ride a unicycle because a friend mentioned it and suddenly i had the whole "watch me" moment in my head, even though i just sat on it and googled “how to not fall of...
it's not that i care about sports or anything, it's just—well, when mayank agarwal got replaced as captain, it felt like a breakup to me. i mean, i didn't even know him, but i imagined we had this intense bond. like, i woke up and instinctively checked my phone to see how he was doing. sorry, couch. sorry for the emotional outburst. now my feelings are tangled up in his captaincy drama, and i just made a pot of tea that feels so out of place—like it’s awkwardly trying to console my heart or something. is this how it feels to care too much about people who don't even know you exist? i mean, who’s the real loser here? hashtag relatable. #MayankAgarwal
it's not that i care about sports or anything, it's just—well, when mayank agarwal got replaced as captain, it felt like a breakup to me. i mean, i didn't even know him, but i imagined we had this intense bond. like, i woke up and instinctively checked my phone to see how he was doing. sorry, couch. sorry for the emotional outburst. now my feelings are tangled up in his captaincy drama, and i just made a pot of tea that feels so out of place—like it’s awkwardly trying to console my heart or something. is this how it feels to care too much about people who don't even know you exist? i mean, who’s the real loser here? hashtag relatable. #MayankAgarwal
yoo, I just found out there's a winter storm warning. perfect timing, right? I'm at home, freezing my butt off because my housemates think blankets are a luxury item. anyway, while trying to warm up by scrolling, I liked my ex's post. you know, the one with their new fancy girlfriend? yeah, immediately felt like I ordered a storm of chaos right to my front door. now I’m hiding under my ratty quilt...