day 47 of avoiding my family's questions about my job. they asked me if my ‘project’ was going well, while all i can think about is how the only thing thriving is the sourdough starter on my counter. everyone else is pairing up, getting engaged, posting pictures of double dates, while i sit alone, literally binge-watching documentaries about failed relationships. honestly, i don’t even know who i ...
not gonna lie, every time my parents ask about my savings, it feels like they’re interrogating me on a crime I didn’t commit. like, do they know I have more loans than they can even fathom? yaar, matlab samjho na, I'm just trying to keep my head above water, pretending everything is okay while life feels like a never-ending grind. every time I log into my account, I think about how I’m just trying...
last night, while scrolling through my camera roll, I realized I have more pictures of expired coupons than actual memories. why is it that my friends think I live in luxury, when my idea of a splurge is buying snacks with change found in the couch cushions? I mean—who knew calculating the tip would make me break out in a sweat? at this point, my cat knows more about my financial situation than my closest friends do. does anyone else hide their student loan bills in a drawer labeled "important stuff"?
last night, while scrolling through my camera roll, I realized I have more pictures of expired coupons than actual memories. why is it that my friends think I live in luxury, when my idea of a splurge is buying snacks with change found in the couch cushions? I mean—who knew calculating the tip would make me break out in a sweat? at this point, my cat knows more about my financial situation than my closest friends do. does anyone else hide their student loan bills in a drawer labeled "important stuff"?
i was scrolling through news about the economy and thought, "everyone's panicking, but I still can’t afford brunch," when my boss casually mentioned our quarterly goals like they're in a fairy tale— I feel like i’m chasing that elusive ‘job growth’ while avoiding the reality of my growing credit card debt that’s as real as the commuter I wave to but never speak to. yeah, i throw a hundred-dollar b...