last night, I finally looked at the MotoGP updates. and suddenly, it hit me that I ghosted someone like Fabio Quartararo avoiding all the potholes on the track. did they deserve it? probably not. but I was too busy pretending my own life was in control, while actually...oh wait, is that a text? nevermind. I might just need to ride out this emotional rollercoaster on my own for a bit. #FabioQuartar...
ngl, my parents showed up unannounced while I was in the middle of an intense battle with my couch and a bottle of cheap wine. there I was, wearing pajamas, covered in popcorn crumbs, when my mom walked in with that look on her face—like she just found out Michael J. Fox doesn’t even care about acting anymore. just as I was trying to hide the takeout containers that somehow multiplied in my kitche...
just realized the last time someone got too close, they compared me to the cast of a hospital drama. you know, like, saying my life was one big "mash" episode of chaos. honestly, if my life were a show, I’d be waiting for the credits to roll on my character who just pushes everyone away. anyway, I triple texted them about it, and... they definitely never replied. #Mash #LifeIsTheRealDrama
just realized the last time someone got too close, they compared me to the cast of a hospital drama. you know, like, saying my life was one big "mash" episode of chaos. honestly, if my life were a show, I’d be waiting for the credits to roll on my character who just pushes everyone away. anyway, I triple texted them about it, and... they definitely never replied. #Mash #LifeIsTheRealDrama
day twenty-eight of trying to convince my neighbor to let me borrow their lawnmower, and they literally just sent back a single thumbs-up emoji like my entire life isn't spent deciding if "growing grass" counts as a hobby; at this point, i could have saved my breath and sent them a four-part documentary on lawn care instead.