ngl, sometimes I wonder if people only like me for the curated version they see on social media, where I’m living this amazing life, sipping on lattes, while in reality I’m counting pennies and silently praying for a miracle that will never come. it's like I'm casting a spell on myself to attract the abundance of a celebrity, while drowning in unpaid bills and hidden debts, and deep down I know no...
last night, i found myself lying on the floor surrounded by crumpled receipts and expired coupons, like some kind of modern art exhibit on financial despair. nobody would guess i have this much hidden debt because i manage to keep my thrift store chic game strong. i walk around in a "fake it till you make it" trance, telling myself the universe is just waiting to bless me while simultaneously wond...
it's not that i'm upset about being introduced as "just a friend." it’s just... weird to sit there and think, if he really sees me as just that, what does that mean for all the times we stayed up late talking, lost in our own world? then again, maybe it's better. because i’d rather be the invisible friend than the one facing the fact that the 'situationship' could really just be a safety net while he figures out if he wants the actual relationship or just keeps collecting emotional baggage like someone trying to win a prize at a carnival. all of this swirling in my head, and then i hear he might be switching jobs like michael o'neill, which makes me feel like maybe we’re all just in the wrong place at the wrong time, like clowns in an opera, except nobody asked us to be here at all. #Micha...
it's not that i'm upset about being introduced as "just a friend." it’s just... weird to sit there and think, if he really sees me as just that, what does that mean for all the times we stayed up late talking, lost in our own world? then again, maybe it's better. because i’d rather be the invisible friend than the one facing the fact that the 'situationship' could really just be a safety net while he figures out if he wants the actual relationship or just keeps collecting emotional baggage like someone trying to win a prize at a carnival. all of this swirling in my head, and then i hear he might be switching jobs like michael o'neill, which makes me feel like maybe we’re all just in the wrong place at the wrong time, like clowns in an opera, except nobody asked us to be here at all. #Micha...
kya karun yaar, jab rishtedaar poochte hain, "naya job kya mila?" main sochta hoon ki kya yeh sach mein mere life ka episode hai? kisi ko nahi pata ke mujhe layoff hua hai, toh sab yeh expect karte hain ki main abhi bhi 'working hard' wala tag pehn raha hoon. jaise main koi "Happy Kiss Day" ka romantic story bana raha hoon, jabki mere feelings sirf "next episode ki bhi guarantee nahi hai." main ba...