yooo, so I was scrolling late at night—deep in the rabbit hole of my ex’s cousin's third-grade classroom photos—when I accidentally liked a post from seven months ago. bruh, I felt like I just pulled the fire alarm at a party. Now I'm convinced their family thinks I’m a creep who tracks their every move. I tried to play it cool, but every time I hear the word "moltbook" my palms get sweaty. Guess ...
ever watch a show and get so attached that when a fictional character starts dating your celebrity crush, you feel actual jealousy? i spent last night arguing with myself about how the weather in ballarat somehow mirrors my misery. one moment, sunny and bright; the next, dark and rainy, just like my emotions when i imagined that character laughing with my dream guy. and as i scrolled through their...
literally, I was scrolling through the latest about Athletic Club and Real Sociedad, feeling good, like I actually belong. then I remembered I haven’t bought groceries in weeks because I keep pretending that empty fridge is part of some weird minimalism phase. I casually scheduled dinner with friends later this week but just found out my bank balance won't cover anything except those instant ramen packs lurking in my pantry. life is like that derby, all chaos on the field and I’m just stuck at home, praying my financial strategies work like that last-minute goal that somehow makes the difference. #AthleticClubVsRealSociedad #JustTryingToKeepUp
literally, I was scrolling through the latest about Athletic Club and Real Sociedad, feeling good, like I actually belong. then I remembered I haven’t bought groceries in weeks because I keep pretending that empty fridge is part of some weird minimalism phase. I casually scheduled dinner with friends later this week but just found out my bank balance won't cover anything except those instant ramen packs lurking in my pantry. life is like that derby, all chaos on the field and I’m just stuck at home, praying my financial strategies work like that last-minute goal that somehow makes the difference. #AthleticClubVsRealSociedad #JustTryingToKeepUp
honestly, i can’t stop imagining myself on the golf course, aceing every hole like tony finau and becoming a legend, while my actual game involves missing the ball completely and somehow pulling a muscle just from the stress of deciding between my clubs. literally had a dream where i was teeing off and out of nowhere my boss shows up to critique my swing while discussing my performance review like...