saw the news about the fighter planes being ordered. meanwhile, I'm still waiting for my boss to upgrade the printer at work, which jams every third page. i mean, can someone explain why we can afford missiles but not a working office? one minute my friends are closing deals on their first homes, and i’m staring at my paycheck thinking if ordering takeout is too extravagant this month. i want to l...
literally quit my stable job thinking chasing my passion would be magical or something—now i'm sitting here scrolling through injury reports like they directly impact my mental health. honestly, if jalen green's hamstring is questionable, how am I not questioning everything i’m doing? do I trade the uncertainty for boring stability, or keep living in this chaotic state of doubt while trying to mak...
it's 2am and i'm laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how i'm expected to attend all these weddings and celebrations. everyone assumes i can afford the fancy gifts and the outfits, but the truth is, my bank account looks like it’s been on a strict diet. every month is a struggle to hide the fact that i’m living off a paycheck that barely covers my bills, and no one sees the hidden debt piling up while i smile and pretend everything is fine. they don’t know i’ve got a calculator app that’s become my closest friend. #brokeandbrave #moneyproblems
it's 2am and i'm laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how i'm expected to attend all these weddings and celebrations. everyone assumes i can afford the fancy gifts and the outfits, but the truth is, my bank account looks like it’s been on a strict diet. every month is a struggle to hide the fact that i’m living off a paycheck that barely covers my bills, and no one sees the hidden debt piling up while i smile and pretend everything is fine. they don’t know i’ve got a calculator app that’s become my closest friend. #brokeandbrave #moneyproblems
i paint to escape. but i sometimes wonder if i love the art more than the act itself. the brush strokes calm me, but the blank canvas reveals how hollow i feel inside. people praise my talent, but nobody sees the emptiness behind the colors. am i truly passionate or just a good pretender in a world where emotions get messy?