so i go to buy a toaster because ours just decided it was DONE and i get there only to stand in front of these things like im trying to decode hieroglyphics while this guy beside me is holding a toaster like it’s some rare artifact. then my brain shuts down and i just leave with a loaf of bread, like is that what life has become?
turning 40 alone on my apartment floor with takeout was not the plan. honestly just thought about how all the big dreams slipped through my fingers while i stared at a half-eaten container of sesame chicken.
woke up at six and instinctively turned off the alarm like it was just a part of my morning routine—meanwhile my neighbor is out here making bank flipping houses while i barely scrape by in this cramped little studio, no sunlight and half my friends are traveling every month and im stuck just wondering if i should eat toast again or risk my last two dollars.
woke up at six and instinctively turned off the alarm like it was just a part of my morning routine—meanwhile my neighbor is out here making bank flipping houses while i barely scrape by in this cramped little studio, no sunlight and half my friends are traveling every month and im stuck just wondering if i should eat toast again or risk my last two dollars.
i sat on my tiny balcony in this crumbling apartment, my friends are moving into their shiny new places, making more in a month than i make in a year, while i clutch my cheap phone wondering if my visa will ever feel like more than just a chain, feeling so lost watching everyone else build their lives while im just... stuck here.