literally just found out that the big meeting where everyone's pretending to be important is actually just a rehash of yesterday's gossip. i get this wave of dread thinking how many of them are juggling hidden debts while tossing around jargon like they have their lives together. meanwhile, i'm sending myself emails just to feel like i have something to show for my existence, but really i’m drowni...
it's not that i care what my family thinks, it’s just that family gatherings feel like a relentless game show where i'm the contestant who never gets a prize—am i still the 'artistic one' or did i lose that title to the cousin who just got a promotion at some corporate job? i mean, nothing screams 'family pressure' like their interrogations over my "unconventional" career choices. everyone’s there...
it’s 3 am and i just stared at the fridge for too long. all these people i used to call friends now seem like random names on my phone, like some estranged celebrity i don't really know. reading about that guy smearing luncheon meat over petty grievances makes me think—would my pain even register enough for anyone to bother reaching out, or would they just laugh at the absurdity? they say everyone is connected these days, but i'm pretty sure my connections have turned into lunch meat—lifeless and unappetizing. #LuncheonMeat #lonely
it’s 3 am and i just stared at the fridge for too long. all these people i used to call friends now seem like random names on my phone, like some estranged celebrity i don't really know. reading about that guy smearing luncheon meat over petty grievances makes me think—would my pain even register enough for anyone to bother reaching out, or would they just laugh at the absurdity? they say everyone is connected these days, but i'm pretty sure my connections have turned into lunch meat—lifeless and unappetizing. #LuncheonMeat #lonely
yooo, watching all these ads about "Survivor fifty" and I can’t help but feel like I’m living my own version of the game—except instead of challenges, I’m just trying to survive family gatherings without the full tribal council of my cousins grilling me about my "career choices." like, bruh, I just got laid off and you want to know when I’m getting married? do they really think the only thing stan...