honestly, seeing all this news about donald trump, and how everyone seems to know everything except me, just hits different. like, my relatives are getting brand-new cars while i can't even afford a monthly bus fare. matlab, are we all just living in this big lie? when will it be my turn? it’s like everyone’s out there doing whatever, while i’m stuck calculating how long it’ll take me to climb out...
ever watch a couple just absolutely ruin your perception of love? saw mel from MAFS this week, and it reminded me of that time I lost my crush to someone who kept claiming they were just "friends." every time I swipe through my phone, there they are, posting ridiculous couple photos that scream “we’re thriving!” while I sit here eating microwave popcorn in pajamas from three nights ago. but the r...
day 37 of hiding in my apartment because my fridge has only half a cucumber and three expired yogurts. last week, my neighbor asked to borrow my favorite cookbook, and instead of explaining that I can’t afford groceries, I told them it was a family heirloom. family heirloom? more like my secret guilt trip to avoid explaining my ramen noodle banquet every night. and don’t even get me started on the moment when I wore my shoes so long that they might as well be on the witness stand, ready to betray me with their holes. do they know my desperation? every scuff, every scrape is a plea for help that never leaves my mouth.
day 37 of hiding in my apartment because my fridge has only half a cucumber and three expired yogurts. last week, my neighbor asked to borrow my favorite cookbook, and instead of explaining that I can’t afford groceries, I told them it was a family heirloom. family heirloom? more like my secret guilt trip to avoid explaining my ramen noodle banquet every night. and don’t even get me started on the moment when I wore my shoes so long that they might as well be on the witness stand, ready to betray me with their holes. do they know my desperation? every scuff, every scrape is a plea for help that never leaves my mouth.
wait, why does it feel like everyone around me is becoming an expert in life while I’m still trying to remember if I fed myself this week—I scroll through social media and see my old classmate holding a book deal and I’m here panicking over which frozen meal to buy for dinner; I even imagined how different things would be if I hadn’t stayed in that boring safe job—but the truth is, I would still b...