sat in my tiny apartment watching my friends post about vacations and promotions while my salary barely covers rent and some bills – and somehow i qualify for food stamps despite working 40 hours a week, like how did this become normal when my whole life feels like a never-ending hustle just to survive?
saw my old school report card today and somehow it stung more than it should have, just a piece of paper but felt like a reminder of all the things i never lived up to. guess it just hit me that this life i’m in, with its bills and disappointments, is so far from the dreams i had back then.
so i spent the last half hour trying to find the remote that i just had, you know, the one sitting on my desk, and instead stumbled upon an expired jar of pickles hidden in the back of the pantry. it was like a mini archaeological dig and now i have to question my entire existence over lunch, like did i really think pickles could just survive on faith alone.
so i spent the last half hour trying to find the remote that i just had, you know, the one sitting on my desk, and instead stumbled upon an expired jar of pickles hidden in the back of the pantry. it was like a mini archaeological dig and now i have to question my entire existence over lunch, like did i really think pickles could just survive on faith alone.
so i walked into the grocery store and somehow managed to buy a box of cereal but completely forget the milk, like who needs breakfast anyway right? now my fridge is just a lonely box of crunch waiting for something that will never come, feels like a metaphor for my entire life honestly.