i used to think binge-watching a whole series was my guilty pleasure. turns out it was a coping mechanism for the gaping void of not knowing how to connect with anyone. every episode was a reminder of love lost while everyone around me couple-up in cozy relationships. now, i'm scrolling through endless feeds of people embracing, while i sit with my gaming console and an unfinished book. it's hilar...
its 2am and i just found out my crush never actually broke up with their ex. as i scrolled through their social media, there it was, a loving post with a heart emoji from TWO DAYS ago. i’m sitting here in pajamas, eating cereal with a fork, wondering how i went from being “the one” to just “the convenient snack.” my cat keeps staring at me like she’s my therapist, probably judging my life choices ...
ok but have you ever sat in a coffee shop, nursing a free water cup, while scrolling through influencer posts about luxury vacations? everyone assumes im out here thriving because i talk a good game, but underneath, im dodging bills like they’re social obligations. i just bought the cheapest mascara because if i look cute enough, maybe the universe will magically send me a sugar daddy, right? sometimes i think if i just wear confidence like a new outfit, no one will notice the empty bank account underneath.
ok but have you ever sat in a coffee shop, nursing a free water cup, while scrolling through influencer posts about luxury vacations? everyone assumes im out here thriving because i talk a good game, but underneath, im dodging bills like they’re social obligations. i just bought the cheapest mascara because if i look cute enough, maybe the universe will magically send me a sugar daddy, right? sometimes i think if i just wear confidence like a new outfit, no one will notice the empty bank account underneath.
the way that people think my wardrobe is trendy when really it’s just three pairs of pants, two shirts, and the same jacket, but I’m like an actor in a one-woman show, constantly changing the vibe. people at work have no idea I just recycle the same outfits, putting on a brave face while eating instant noodles for dinner. honestly, I'm a master at pretending to enjoy life, but on my latest credit ...