life feels like I’m watching a never-ending game, and everyone else is scoring touchdowns while I sit here pretending my broke spirit is fine. my last credit card payment felt like signing a deal with the devil. I’m here manifesting millions while juggling rent and ramen like it's an Olympic sport. one moment I think I'm manifesting greatness, and the next I’m dodging calls from bill collectors. i...
it's not that i don't have friends, it's just that i have a whole lot of contacts that turn into ghosts when i'm feeling low. scrolled through my phone, and all i could think was how the NFL schedule matters more than the state of my heart. everyone seems excited for the games, while i'm here hoping someone might text back, you know? can you believe i still ask myself if anyone would care if i jus...
just realized that every time i see someone start a new diet or fitness routine, part of me is genuinely happy for them, while the other part can’t help but roll my eyes, wishing they'd experience just one day of my total snack-filled chaos; it's almost comedic how we share pictures of our new workouts and healthy meals, while deep down, i rehearse the phone call to myself to acknowledge that maybe a life filled with yoga mats and kale isn't on the table for me yet, but you know what? i think i’m good with my well-worn couch and endless streaming marathons.
just realized that every time i see someone start a new diet or fitness routine, part of me is genuinely happy for them, while the other part can’t help but roll my eyes, wishing they'd experience just one day of my total snack-filled chaos; it's almost comedic how we share pictures of our new workouts and healthy meals, while deep down, i rehearse the phone call to myself to acknowledge that maybe a life filled with yoga mats and kale isn't on the table for me yet, but you know what? i think i’m good with my well-worn couch and endless streaming marathons.
literally can’t remember the last time I felt that butterfly rush while listening to a song—now I just hear every love anthem and feel the weight of my empty apartment. honestly, I built my whole world around him—the playlists, the late-night conversations, the little inside jokes. and now? everyone’s finding their happy endings, while I scroll through playlists that just echo silence... and the w...