i don't think anyone talks about how isolating it feels when you realize you're grinding for a life you didn't even want. my friends are sharing pictures of their new houses, cars, and it hits me like a ton of bricks. meanwhile, i'm over here still figuring out how to keep my plants alive. like, am i even on the same planet? why is everyone thriving while i feel... so far behind, still stuck in th...
sometimes, i find myself collecting empty jars just to feel like i have something tangible, something of value, while inside, my bank account is screaming for mercy. people assume i’m out here thriving because i post a cute dinner every now and then, but really, i just know how to stretch leftovers like a magician with too many credit cards.
yooo, I just saw the trailer for that new game “pragmata.” here I am scrolling on my couch, avoiding my responsibilities, wondering if I should start saving for some massive future crisis I can’t even name. meanwhile, the new hire I trained has a salary that probably funds their whole "just casually traveling to a different dimension" vibe. I'm still deciding if I should let the “pay my bills on time” mission win or just sink deeper into my invisible debt that feels like it’s consuming me whole. just gotta laugh, right? because at this point, it’s either that or I seriously contemplate becoming a professional napper. #Pragmata #ExistentialCrisis
yooo, I just saw the trailer for that new game “pragmata.” here I am scrolling on my couch, avoiding my responsibilities, wondering if I should start saving for some massive future crisis I can’t even name. meanwhile, the new hire I trained has a salary that probably funds their whole "just casually traveling to a different dimension" vibe. I'm still deciding if I should let the “pay my bills on time” mission win or just sink deeper into my invisible debt that feels like it’s consuming me whole. just gotta laugh, right? because at this point, it’s either that or I seriously contemplate becoming a professional napper. #Pragmata #ExistentialCrisis
yooo, I spent my entire Saturday learning how to bake sourdough bread, just to realize I have no one to share it with. I made enough for a small army, but here I am, slicing through a crusty loaf while my phone stays silent. it’s wild how I can have a million names in my contact list, yet nobody who gets me—like I’m just a stranger to the world. I thought this would fill the emptiness, but instead...