day 47 of trying to escape my family group chat — it’s somehow become a whole season of a chaotic drama, each message stressing me out more than my actual job. they just shared some political tensions about المغرب, and instead of calming me, it sent me into a spiral of overthinking about trust and alliances in life — now I’m googling existential dread at midnight, while my sister is trying to “sol...
last night, I saw some big names pulling out of the PSL auction. all I could think was - matlab, we are so quick to judge others when our own struggles remain hidden. yaan, my cousin just flaunted a salary that's more than my entire family's dreams combined, while I’m here choosing between lunch and transportation. no one gets it, na? pretending to be okay while deep down I am just drowning in deb...
last night, i caught myself practicing how i would react to winning the lottery, like what face i would make and what speech i would give, even though i’ve never bought a ticket. it’s honestly embarrassing how many times i’ve imagined shouting “this changes EVERYTHING!” in the mirror, all while knowing deep down that part of me is just desperately hoping for a miracle that isn’t coming.
last night, i caught myself practicing how i would react to winning the lottery, like what face i would make and what speech i would give, even though i’ve never bought a ticket. it’s honestly embarrassing how many times i’ve imagined shouting “this changes EVERYTHING!” in the mirror, all while knowing deep down that part of me is just desperately hoping for a miracle that isn’t coming.
i finally get why adults always looked like zombies. it’s not just the endless to-do lists or the bills piling up. it’s realizing every single hobby you ever enjoyed becomes another stressor. like, oh you want to learn guitar? great, now it’s just one more thing you’re not doing while you're drowning in guilt for not doing enough. who knew fun could feel like work?