it’s not that i have a deep love for baking—it's just that i thought maybe a three-tier cake could solve all my problems. picture this: me, in an apron, covered in flour, praying my cupcakes don’t turn out like golf balls. then i see the news about my team scoring big, and suddenly, i'm comparing the intensity of my baking flops to their championship games. like, if they can bounce back from a los...
bruh, i just sent an email to my professor about a project and literally spent three days overthinking it like i’m waiting for a life-changing response. then i got back “lol” as if i just sent them a cat meme instead of a whole thesis. i mean, why do i care more about this project than they do? now i’m contemplating whether to go for the double follow-up or just silently retreat into a corner. who...
just realized i have more receipts than memories, and i’m pretty sure my couch is judging me for buying instant noodles again. do you ever look at your living room and think, “sorry for dragging you into this financial dumpster fire”? every time i open my fridge, i have to apologize to the empty shelves. isn’t it wild how the world expects you to look successful while secretly drowning in a sea of overdrawn bank accounts? when did buying toothpaste become a luxury decision? how is it that i can sit at a dinner table with people who think i’m thriving, while i’m just over here googling how to survive off rice and hope?
just realized i have more receipts than memories, and i’m pretty sure my couch is judging me for buying instant noodles again. do you ever look at your living room and think, “sorry for dragging you into this financial dumpster fire”? every time i open my fridge, i have to apologize to the empty shelves. isn’t it wild how the world expects you to look successful while secretly drowning in a sea of overdrawn bank accounts? when did buying toothpaste become a luxury decision? how is it that i can sit at a dinner table with people who think i’m thriving, while i’m just over here googling how to survive off rice and hope?
wait. they said they weren’t ready for a relationship, right? but then got ENGAGED six months later. it’s like watching someone else’s audition on a reality show and realizing you are the loser who forgot the lyrics. my entire life is just me doing karaoke to the wrong songs, while they get to strut around on the big stage, claiming the trophy. so, who’s the real star here? #AmericanIdol #RealityC...