day 23 of compulsively reorganizing my bookshelf, and i just sent a text to my ex-colleague asking about a book recommendation i hate admitting i want to read. who do i think i am, fishing for their opinion while secretly hoping they reply with something brilliant so i can say "oh wow, that sounds great" instead of "thanks, but i already have an embarrassing stack of unread books"? am i just setti...
i was literally sitting alone at this coffee shop, scrolling through old photos—like, my heart literally stopped when i found one with them, and suddenly it hit me: i built my whole self around someone who is now just a memory. watching couples flirt over lattes, while i sip my overpriced coffee and remember how it felt to be the one who could light up a room, is just… exhausting. sometimes i thin...
no because the way that everyone thinks my paycheck covers my entire life is comical. i mean, while they assume i’m living my best life, i’m just over here doing mental gymnastics to figure out if i should pay my hidden debt or invest in the essentials, like groceries and laundry detergent. not gonna lie, sometimes i check the time for اذان just to distract myself from calculating how many hours i have until my next paycheck—it's like a countdown to my impending doom or an early retirement that won't happen... maybe i'll just avoid adulting altogether. #moneystruggles #
no because the way that everyone thinks my paycheck covers my entire life is comical. i mean, while they assume i’m living my best life, i’m just over here doing mental gymnastics to figure out if i should pay my hidden debt or invest in the essentials, like groceries and laundry detergent. not gonna lie, sometimes i check the time for اذان just to distract myself from calculating how many hours i have until my next paycheck—it's like a countdown to my impending doom or an early retirement that won't happen... maybe i'll just avoid adulting altogether. #moneystruggles #
i keep scrolling through old photos of us and it hits me that i literally became my best self with you. everyone says moving on is easy but like, it just feels so heavy sometimes. now i'm sitting alone watching couples stroll by like i'm some kind of relic, a reminder of what was. but here's the twist – i signed up for dating apps, hoping for a miracle. i never even opened them… what am i scared o...