day 47 of checking my bank account and googling 'how to live off air.' just saw that news about Nancy Guthrie, and it hit too close. missing persons? feels like a parallel universe because sometimes i feel missing too. family is already breathing down my neck about getting married, while i can barely pay rent for my shoebox apartment. life’s a circus, and I'm just the clown, juggling expectations ...
the way that cousin posted his world tour pics while i'm still here figuring out if my student loans allow for a pizza night—it's honestly a lot. like, why is everyone falling in love while i'm stuck replaying conversations from my last break-up? yaar, matlab samjho na, i built my entire identity around that relationship and now it feels like my heart is missing a screw. i wonder if anthony mosca ...
last night, i accidentally walked into a stranger’s party thinking it was my friend’s apartment. turns out they had a “cooking challenge” with no actual cooking happening. just four people asking each other who had the better avocado toast while my stomach was growling, debating if i should take home that half-eaten bowl of guacamole to save a few bucks. now i'm sitting in the corner, hiding the fact that my idea of a gourmet meal is ramen topped with a sad egg, all while pretending i just got back from vacation because nobody wants to hear about my six credit cards each with their own very personal identity crisis. i laughed along as they talked about their last trip to europe, my reality spiraling further as i tucked a random chip into my pocket—because why not? every penny counts, right...
last night, i accidentally walked into a stranger’s party thinking it was my friend’s apartment. turns out they had a “cooking challenge” with no actual cooking happening. just four people asking each other who had the better avocado toast while my stomach was growling, debating if i should take home that half-eaten bowl of guacamole to save a few bucks. now i'm sitting in the corner, hiding the fact that my idea of a gourmet meal is ramen topped with a sad egg, all while pretending i just got back from vacation because nobody wants to hear about my six credit cards each with their own very personal identity crisis. i laughed along as they talked about their last trip to europe, my reality spiraling further as i tucked a random chip into my pocket—because why not? every penny counts, right...
why does it feel like every time i open my bank account, something terrible is lurking beneath? saw that news about Savannah's mom being missing, and i can't help but feel the same way about my dreams. they’re out there somewhere, but i haven't seen them in ages. it's like checking my balance is just a reminder of everything else i’m missing in my life. #NewsUpdate #Relatable