not gonna lie, I sometimes see a couple holding hands and feel like they are casually kicking me in the gut. i watch them smile and laugh, and I think about how I was that person once. now I sit alone with a bowl of cereal, the same cereal we used to share, and I cry at every commercial like it's Shakespeare. I spent so much time being their cheerleader, I forgot I had a whole team of my own dream...
yooo, saw those Valentine's Day ads everywhere and realized I've been waiting for someone to swoop in and save me, but I'm just here stuffing my face with heart-shaped cookies. I thought I built my world around them, but now it's just me, an empty couch, and that sad little plant I've been neglecting. got me thinking maybe I’ve been dating my idea of love instead of anyone real. #ValentineapossDay...
it's not that i can't afford marriage, it's just that every month feels like an episode of a survival game. i hide my credit card statements like they're secret love letters, pretending everything's okay while my stomach churns from this gnawing dread. while everyone cheers for their "couple goals," i’m just trying to find the will to pay the bills on time. how did i sacrifice so much for a dream ...