yooo, i just scrolled through Instagram and saw some influencer living their “best life” while i can barely scrape together enough for instant ramen this week. bruh, can we talk about the anxiety of watching my bank account drop below 200 dollars before payday? i counted my spare change and decided that a night out with friends might be just some overpriced coffee and a muffin. they keep saying "m...
it is 2am and i am awake in a panic, staring at my empty fridge — not a single snack left to munch on while scrolling through my phone. i just checked my bank account again — 18 dollars and 37 cents. i owe my electric bill 75 dollars by tomorrow. how is it that getting a snack costs more than my last three dates combined? i'm sitting here, watching my life become a game of “how long can i survive on instant noodles?” while everyone else seems to be thriving. what even is capitalism when all it offers me is anxiety and sad dinners? #brokeandblessed #adultingfail
it is 2am and i am awake in a panic, staring at my empty fridge — not a single snack left to munch on while scrolling through my phone. i just checked my bank account again — 18 dollars and 37 cents. i owe my electric bill 75 dollars by tomorrow. how is it that getting a snack costs more than my last three dates combined? i'm sitting here, watching my life become a game of “how long can i survive on instant noodles?” while everyone else seems to be thriving. what even is capitalism when all it offers me is anxiety and sad dinners? #brokeandblessed #adultingfail
it is 2am and the fireworks sound like exploding grenades. my wife sleeps in the other room, oblivious to the fact that I woke up swinging, convinced I was back in the middle of it all. some nights I question if coming home was the right choice; at least on deployment, the loud noises meant I had a job to do. now they are just reminders of what I can't explain— like why I jump at a pop can opening...