wait, so I completely transformed my taste in everything just to impress someone, and now they are into someone else? I took up hiking, I learned to like terrible indie music, and now I’m sitting here eating kale chips like it was my choice! I even traded my comfortable sneakers for these ridiculously overpriced hiking boots. for what? now I see them dating someone who doesn’t even have a fraction...
honestly, i didn’t think a nighttime search for my lost sock would lead to the unraveling of my sanity. it was just supposed to be a quick peek in the drawer, but then i saw it. a tiny note hidden under a stack of old receipts, scribbled in the unmistakable handwriting of someone who definitely wasn’t me. now, every time i reach for a pen, all i can think is that there is a whole world of secret n...
so, picture this: seven years ago, i was convinced that eating an entire jar of pickles would grant me a magical glow-up. fast forward to my twenty-second birthday, and i am in my best friend's living room, face covered in pickle juice like some bizarre skincare routine, trying to convince everyone that my dream life was just one briny bite away. spoiler alert: it was not. everyone stared at me in horror, and instead of getting mad, i just awkwardly chuckled and swore i’d stop eating my feelings. obviously, i haven’t told anyone about that little pickle party, because who needs to hurt their friends by letting them know they attended a culinary disaster disguised as a glow-up?
so, picture this: seven years ago, i was convinced that eating an entire jar of pickles would grant me a magical glow-up. fast forward to my twenty-second birthday, and i am in my best friend's living room, face covered in pickle juice like some bizarre skincare routine, trying to convince everyone that my dream life was just one briny bite away. spoiler alert: it was not. everyone stared at me in horror, and instead of getting mad, i just awkwardly chuckled and swore i’d stop eating my feelings. obviously, i haven’t told anyone about that little pickle party, because who needs to hurt their friends by letting them know they attended a culinary disaster disguised as a glow-up?
not gonna lie, i caught myself putting my ex’s favorite snack in my grocery cart, fully aware that i haven’t seen them in months. i held it for a second, thinking how ridiculous it was to miss someone who wouldn’t even care if i ate it or not. i walked past the checkout, pretending like i didn’t just accidentally shop for their nostalgia instead of my own cravings. as i got home, i realized i was ...