do you ever feel like you are manifesting a life of luxury but are really just scrounging for change in your couch cushions? i buy a lottery ticket and think, this will solve everything, as if my luck will somehow defy logic and carry me away from my reality of hidden debts and bank alerts that scream, “do not spend!” i walk through fancy stores and imagine myself casually dropping stacks of cash ...
no because the way that I smile at the barista every morning makes me feel like I'm in a rom-com. but behind that smile, I’m drowning in debt. I pretend to be okay, living paycheck to paycheck, while the anxiety keeps me up at night, counting bills I can barely pay. everyone thinks I’m thriving, but the reality is I just want to keep pretending because facing it feels like a heartbreak I can’t han...
yooo, sometimes I look at my Spotify Wrapped and think, “what the hell am I doing with my life?” like, it’s all sad ballads and break-up anthems, but deep down I’m just avoiding the collections agency calling my phone. people think I’m vibing because I got my favorite playlist, but really I’m just scrolling my bank app trying not to cry over the thirty bucks left. I mean, if I actually said I’m hiding credit card debt like it’s some dark secret, they’d probably think I was joking. spoiler alert: I’m not.
yooo, sometimes I look at my Spotify Wrapped and think, “what the hell am I doing with my life?” like, it’s all sad ballads and break-up anthems, but deep down I’m just avoiding the collections agency calling my phone. people think I’m vibing because I got my favorite playlist, but really I’m just scrolling my bank app trying not to cry over the thirty bucks left. I mean, if I actually said I’m hiding credit card debt like it’s some dark secret, they’d probably think I was joking. spoiler alert: I’m not.
why is it that seeing a picture of someone living their best life can make you feel like you’re not even living yours? i just read about carolyn bessette kennedy and her effortlessly glamorous love story, while i'm here struggling to muster the energy to take out the trash. my situationship introduced me to their “friend” as if i were some kind of accessory, not realizing that my heart dropped whe...