day 47 of pretending everything is fine—my fridge hums a lonely tune, filled with expired condiments and maybe three wilted carrots. i scroll through social media, looking at faces that seem so full of life while mine feels like a constant battle with the truth. nobody knows that i wear a mask of cool indifference—people think i have it together, but the reality is my account teeters on the edge l...
wait. i’ve been pretending to be busy just so people don’t know how broke i really am. my weekends used to be filled with plans, but now it’s just me on the couch, scrolling through social media, watching videos like Sonam Pandit's and thinking about how my life seems like the same old loop of emptiness. there’s a gap between what people see and what’s really happening, and it feels like the only ...
i honestly think the world needs to stop pretending that everybody gets closure. like, some of us are just floating in a sea of unanswered questions and lost potential, wishing someone would give us the fairytale ending we never got. i am literally here, keeping the narrative alive in my head, crafting perfect scenarios where it all makes sense.
i honestly think the world needs to stop pretending that everybody gets closure. like, some of us are just floating in a sea of unanswered questions and lost potential, wishing someone would give us the fairytale ending we never got. i am literally here, keeping the narrative alive in my head, crafting perfect scenarios where it all makes sense.
yooo, saw the update about that trade for daniel gafford and i couldn't help but laugh—everyone is celebrating wins while my daily struggle feels like a game of keep up and lose out. like, my boss just piled on twice the workload, but i guess we don't trade in success at my company, only desperation—seeing friends snag houses like it's nothing while i'm still stuck in a shoebox apartment feels lik...