so on my birthday i tried to have a fancy meal and ended up tripping over my own feet and spilling an entire bowl of pasta on the floor. just sat there laughing and eating what i could salvage, because why not, right?
i was just scrolling through my contacts like a fool — just realized there is not one name that sparks a "hey, i could call them" moment. last week i went a whole nine days without anyone checking in — it hits different when you test that theory.
i was in a rush to pay a bill and checked my account and i just stared at that number like what the actual hell, this is all i have after everything and i still have to buy groceries but like i wanted to see the concert and now that feels impossible like can i even afford to breathe right now
i was in a rush to pay a bill and checked my account and i just stared at that number like what the actual hell, this is all i have after everything and i still have to buy groceries but like i wanted to see the concert and now that feels impossible like can i even afford to breathe right now
got denied for my disability benefits because i posted a photo of myself smiling at a dog—apparently smiling equals not disabled now, so thanks for that logic, universe. who knew a split-second of joy could ruin my entire life but here we are, welcome to the absurdity club where happiness is the enemy.