day 47 of scrolling through social media and watching everyone else pair off while i sit alone. just saw my ex on a couple's trip, the same places we swore we would visit. feeling like the team that just got stomped on the field. watching them succeed while i replay every misstep in my head. now i’m wondering if this lonely bench is where i belong or if i’m just stuck in my own emotional overtime....
wait, i just dropped my savings on this gourmet cooking class, fully believing i’d become the next culinary genius, and now all i make are instant noodles while scrolling through iPhone 18 videos wishing i could afford the latest hype. the panic set in when my pantry became a museum of unused ingredients i thought would spark joy, but really just remind me of my latest impulse. who am i kidding? a...
literally, i have a closet full of clothes that still have tags because i can't afford the confidence to wear them. people think i have it together. but honestly, i’ve been pretending to be okay while dodging bill collectors like it’s a game of tag. every smile is a cover-up for the panic of where the next paycheck will come from, while i keep my hidden debts locked away like the family secrets nobody talks about. #strugglinginstyle #financialmasking
literally, i have a closet full of clothes that still have tags because i can't afford the confidence to wear them. people think i have it together. but honestly, i’ve been pretending to be okay while dodging bill collectors like it’s a game of tag. every smile is a cover-up for the panic of where the next paycheck will come from, while i keep my hidden debts locked away like the family secrets nobody talks about. #strugglinginstyle #financialmasking
i literally found out my favorite book was getting a film adaptation, and instead of feeling excited, i felt this sinking loneliness like, why do i even care? i guess it’s just that part of me still holding onto the hope of escaping into a world where everything makes sense. but like, what if it ruins everything? do they even know the pain behind those pages... or is it just a way to make money? u...