wait, i just watched this wedding video where my classmate threw a party that looked like a movie set while i can’t even afford decent takeout — everyone seems to be winning at this game called life while i'm over here just trying to figure out how to cover the basics. sometimes, i feel like the only player on a field full of MVPs, like, how do i go from watching someone hit a hundred to feeling p...
it’s 3am and i’m knee-deep in family group chat messages comparing my career to my cousin's who just bought a second home while i'm stuck working weekends at a place that makes my soul feel like wet cardboard. every family gathering is like a reality show audition where everyone is waiting for me to fail the performance of being an adult. instead of pride, there’s this underlying fear that if i do...
the way that i got into a full-on beef with a stranger over the dedication of a fan account is honestly wild. like, who do i think i am, arguing about a person who doesn't even know i exist? do i think this will somehow lead to a cosmic alignment where they see my tweets and recognize my name as a loyal supporter? it’s hilarious and a little sad that i sent myself an email after, detailing how i won this imaginary war, only to realize nobody else cares. but really, why do i feel so alive arguing about someone else's favorite person?
the way that i got into a full-on beef with a stranger over the dedication of a fan account is honestly wild. like, who do i think i am, arguing about a person who doesn't even know i exist? do i think this will somehow lead to a cosmic alignment where they see my tweets and recognize my name as a loyal supporter? it’s hilarious and a little sad that i sent myself an email after, detailing how i won this imaginary war, only to realize nobody else cares. but really, why do i feel so alive arguing about someone else's favorite person?
not gonna lie, i accidentally bought a bulk pack of essential oils because a friend claimed they could cure my "money stress." now i’m drowning in lavender while hiding behind a smile at the grocery store, praying the cashier doesn’t notice the frozen pizza I’m calling gourmet cuisine. meanwhile, people see my job title and think i’m swimming in cash, but really, i’m just one ill-timed flat tire a...