day 12 of pretending my favorite shirt isn't a little too tight—every time I put it on, it’s like wearing a reminder of all the takeout I didn't need. I scroll past influencer posts where they flaunt effortless styles, while I’m over here shoving my wallet in the back of the closet—hoping it won't hear my stomach growling for the third night in a row. at some point, waiting for someone to save me ...
literally set a boundary for my own sanity, and now everyone treats me like i just ruined the last season of their favorite show. honestly, it’s like i triggered a meme where i’m the villain, while they forget the toxic comments have been rewatching for years. now i scroll through social media and see them sharing inside jokes that feel like they’re pointed at me, like i’m an episode that got cancelled with no closure. funny how i wanted peace, but now i’m just an internet ghost in the family group chat.
literally set a boundary for my own sanity, and now everyone treats me like i just ruined the last season of their favorite show. honestly, it’s like i triggered a meme where i’m the villain, while they forget the toxic comments have been rewatching for years. now i scroll through social media and see them sharing inside jokes that feel like they’re pointed at me, like i’m an episode that got cancelled with no closure. funny how i wanted peace, but now i’m just an internet ghost in the family group chat.
everyone's all excited about valentine's day, and here i am wondering if that fancy dinner includes my unpaid bills. i see couples making promises while i'm busy promising myself i'll get through this month without borrowing from anyone again. meanwhile, my parents still believe poverty is a choice and any sign of struggle is just my 'drama energy'. if only they knew the real reason i'm skipping a...