My comfort zone has Wi-Fi, snacks, and zero ambition.

My hobbies include overthinking and creating fake scenarios.

My zodiac sign? “Why is this happening again?”

I don’t chase dreams—I casually walk behind them eating chips.

I downloaded confidence, but it came with ads and glitches.

I’m not ignoring you—I’m just on airplane mode without flying.

Life is a sandwich. I want extra cheese and zero drama.

Me: One cookie won’t hurt.
Also me: Why is the box empty?

Every time I get comfortable, life throws glitter at my eye.

I blinked once and it was already next week.

I pretend to care so well, I deserve an Oscar.

I'm 90% made of bad timing.

I check the fridge like food magically restocks.

I’m not lazy. My energy is just introverted.

I open apps and forget why. Happens 9 times a day.

I'm just a snack-eating ghost haunting my fridge.

Social battery = dead on arrival.

I tried to act mature once. Got bored quickly.

Currently surviving on memes and miracles.

Life gave lemons, I asked for pizza.