literally the moment my boss praised someone else for MY idea in the meeting, I felt like a protagonist in a bad rom-com. there I was—heart racing, waiting for the perfect cue to interrupt, but instead I imagined throwing a bouquet of wilted flowers at them. I mean, if love can be blind—why can’t my genius just fade into oblivion too? maybe next week, I will secretly book a “failed creative genius...
i found some old texts from my ex, you know, back when they actually put in the effort. like, every morning i got "good morning sunshine" followed by motivational quotes that made me roll my eyes, but at least i felt like a star. fast forward to today, i’m dodging reminders of that time while questioning if dhurandhar will be the movie to save us from the endless cycle of heartache or just remind ...
...and honestly—I've been telling everyone I’m a certified llama yoga instructor for like, three years now. I can’t even touch my toes—but at this point—my bio says I teach relaxation to *spiritual mammals*—so now I just hang out at parks and throw around terms like "energy flow." Someday, I swear, I will manifest my dream of leading a group—while secretly Googling how to pronounce "chakra" under my breath.
...and honestly—I've been telling everyone I’m a certified llama yoga instructor for like, three years now. I can’t even touch my toes—but at this point—my bio says I teach relaxation to *spiritual mammals*—so now I just hang out at parks and throw around terms like "energy flow." Someday, I swear, I will manifest my dream of leading a group—while secretly Googling how to pronounce "chakra" under my breath.
not gonna lie, i literally had a dream last night that my ex came back and it was like an emotional reunion movie. i woke up feeling all dramatic and then remembered everyone keeps telling me to stay away. so i thought about that cbse admit card news, right? like, i could literally download mine and still not feel prepared for life. imagine, holding that hall ticket while trying to pass my emotion...