not gonna lie, I just spent an hour scrolling through some obscure forum about sports governance while pretending to research for a project. the irony? my last workout was running to the fridge. literally, my life has become a documentary on poor decisions and the only sport I’m thriving in is being overly dramatic about it. now I need a recovery plan that involves more than just taking long naps....
it's not that i never wanted to become that person who overanalyzes every detail, but here i am, pacing my apartment while contemplating what the German president said about the US destroying the world order. meanwhile, my laundry basket is practically overflowing, but instead of tackling that, i’m just rehearsing a passionate debate about international diplomacy in my head. like, what if the fate...
No because I just spent an entire week rehearsing my acceptance speech for an award I definitely haven’t won. I even bought a fancy outfit and practiced thanking my goldfish for believing in me. The crowd was supposed to be moved to tears, but now I'm just left standing on stage with my heart racing, thinking...what do I do if I have to improvise the part where I thank my long-lost imaginary best friend?
No because I just spent an entire week rehearsing my acceptance speech for an award I definitely haven’t won. I even bought a fancy outfit and practiced thanking my goldfish for believing in me. The crowd was supposed to be moved to tears, but now I'm just left standing on stage with my heart racing, thinking...what do I do if I have to improvise the part where I thank my long-lost imaginary best friend?
last night, my situationship casually introduced me to someone as “a friend.” the way my heart stopped, i literally saw a vision of us living in a cottage. white picket fence and everything. honestly, if he had called me his 'girlfriend,' i might have manifested a ring on my finger right then. now i’m just staring at my phone, wondering how long until i send a carefully crafted message about our “...