wait. I just found a bag of expired gummy vitamins in my kitchen cabinet. the ones I bought when I thought I would get my life together. now I’m just sitting here, trying to figure out if I should throw them out or... *hear me out* eat them anyway. I mean, if I can convince myself they're still fine, maybe it’s the same thing with my budget. so I sit there, pretending I’m not drowning while Googli...
i recently crafted a whole backstory for a person i saw on the bus. she was definitely a secret agent who moonlighted as a barista. obviously. she had this look in her eyes like she was holding back classified information about the perfect oat milk ratio. when i thought about how much better her life was compared to mine—my biggest decision today was what snack to make—it hit me like a ton of bric...
ever wonder why you stay in a job that feels like a reality show gone wrong? like, I literally show up every day to a place where the drama makes soap operas look tame, and I still don’t know how I got here. I tell myself it’s for the paycheck, but honestly, I think it’s just to see how much more absurd this circus can get.
ever wonder why you stay in a job that feels like a reality show gone wrong? like, I literally show up every day to a place where the drama makes soap operas look tame, and I still don’t know how I got here. I tell myself it’s for the paycheck, but honestly, I think it’s just to see how much more absurd this circus can get.
i checked my fridge yesterday and found an empty jar of pickles. not because i’m snacking too much, but because that was dinner. who knew a pickle could taste like betrayal? when people ask how life is going, i smile and nod, but inside i’m fighting the urge to scream, “i’m living off scraps while pretending it’s fine.” #strugglinginquiet #realitycheck