Look, I don’t remember buying a ticket, but apparently, I’m on the deluxe emotional rollercoaster—complete with unexpected drops, sudden loop-de-loops, and the occasional free fall into the abyss of why am I crying over a potato?
Some days, I feel like a functional adult. Other days? My brain decides to host a surprise emo rave, where the DJ keeps cutting the music to scream, “What are we even doing with our lives?!” And honestly? Valid question.
I mean, tell me I’m not the only one who randomly feels like yelling in a completely normal situation—like at a drive-thru, just to see what happens. Or who lies in bed, exhausted, but my brain is like, “Nah, let’s replay that embarrassing thing you did in 2009.”
And then there’s the weird craving for hugs. Not just any hug—the good kind. The “life is hard, but you’re doing okay” kind. I’m not even the huggy type! My personal space used to have security tighter than airport customs. But now? I'd consider dropping my anti-hug policy for just one solid, soul-squeezing embrace.
I don’t know, maybe this is just the universal midnight crisis we’re all going through. Or maybe life is just a little too much sometimes, and we’re all trying to keep it together with a mix of caffeine, bad jokes, and sheer stubbornness.
But here’s the thing—I don’t want to be the only one feeling like this. Not because misery loves company, but because there’s comfort in knowing that somewhere out there, another overthinker is staring at their ceiling at 2 AM, whispering, “Same.”
So, if you get it—if you, too, are on this emotional rollercoaster, occasionally screaming internally and craving a random but reassuring hug—just know: you’re not alone. We’re all on this absurd ride together, white-knuckling it through the chaos.
And honestly? I think we’re gonna be okay.
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