sometimes i wonder if anyone really sees me or just the character i’ve created - you know, the one that laughs at all the wrong jokes and always knows the right things to say. i can feel them all judging my every move, but they don’t know how hollow it feels inside, like an actor waiting for applause that never comes. do they know that when i’m alone, i’m just a bunch of pieces scattered everywher...
wait, honestly, if I’d just pursued my random obsession with birdwatching instead of what I'm doing now, I would probably be living a peaceful life under the sky, or literally running a viral TikTok account dedicated to pigeons, instead of counting down the hours at a job I hate while scrolling through TikTok videos about "ucapan valentine" and trying to think of anything remotely romantic I could...
i thought i had this amazing skill at cooking. after three years of gourmet recipe fails, my partner asked me to just focus on ‘heat and eat.’ so there i was, looking up how to use the oven without burning our house down while my sibling casually asked to borrow money to “upgrade their gaming setup.” two years later, my oven is still a decorative paperweight and now my sibling is throwing a launch party for a game that, surprise, has nothing to do with “temporary” loans. one day, i might accidentally set it all on fire... for my own money back. #Cpi #CookingFails
i thought i had this amazing skill at cooking. after three years of gourmet recipe fails, my partner asked me to just focus on ‘heat and eat.’ so there i was, looking up how to use the oven without burning our house down while my sibling casually asked to borrow money to “upgrade their gaming setup.” two years later, my oven is still a decorative paperweight and now my sibling is throwing a launch party for a game that, surprise, has nothing to do with “temporary” loans. one day, i might accidentally set it all on fire... for my own money back. #Cpi #CookingFails
it's three in the morning and i'm pacing my living room like it's my own personal WWE ring. literally, my parents just dropped the “we're divorcing” bomb, and now i'm supposed to mediate while avoiding becoming a human referee in their emotional boxing match. they just argued over who gets the vintage record player, and now i’m questioning whether i should join seedance 2.0 ai and leave the planet...