just realized my toxic coworker is now my boss and I might as well hand over my self-esteem like it's a broken pair of sunglasses at the beach, because last night I had a dream they promoted me to their emotional support dog instead of an employee. I woke up terrified that I had to fetch their coffee while barking at my own misery, and that when the meeting starts, I will somehow end up belly-up, ...
day 47 of adult loneliness, and I just caught myself googling “أسعار السجائر اليوم.” i used to think about calling my friends to complain, but scrolling through my contacts felt like clicking through empty profiles. everyone is busy, or they’ve drifted into lives i no longer recognize — and the idea of reaching out just feels weird. so here i am, staring at cigarette prices, wondering if this is w...
have you ever pretended to know the difference between vintage and thrift? like, I can toss around "timeless" like a pro—only my closet’s full of shirts from clearance racks, with tags still hanging because I can't bear to take them off... when that “friend” of my situationship mentioned their lavish brunch plans, I just nodded while calculating how many cups of instant noodles I could buy with the money I should have spent on avocado toast—funny thing is, I still haven't figured out how to say "actually, I'm broke" without sounding like I missed the bus to adulthood.
have you ever pretended to know the difference between vintage and thrift? like, I can toss around "timeless" like a pro—only my closet’s full of shirts from clearance racks, with tags still hanging because I can't bear to take them off... when that “friend” of my situationship mentioned their lavish brunch plans, I just nodded while calculating how many cups of instant noodles I could buy with the money I should have spent on avocado toast—funny thing is, I still haven't figured out how to say "actually, I'm broke" without sounding like I missed the bus to adulthood.
yooo, you know that feeling when your younger cousin shows off their new flat and you’re just there like—bruh—living in your parents’ basement? like, I’ve been following all the “life advice” on Instagram, making it look like everything's perfect, but reality hits when I can barely afford a coffee. people think I’m okay—yeah, I even smile for the selfies—but my bank account’s been crying in silenc...