wait, so like, i have this cousin who just got a big promotion and everyone is all over it. meanwhile, i’m over here, literally counting quarters for laundry. it's wild how people assume i’m doing okay because i wear nice clothes sometimes. like, those were from a thrift shop. people don’t realize that just because you can fake it, doesn’t mean you’re not a heartbeat away from overdraft fees. it’s...
it's 3am and I’m scrolling through my feed, looking at people I don't even know living their best lives with their perfect partners. did I really build my whole identity around someone who barely knew I existed? it's exhausting being single, especially when every other couple seems to be in on some secret I’m not. did I ignore my own needs while obsessing over someone else's happiness? sometimes, ...
wait, so here’s the thing. i literally act like my life is a glamorous movie, but in reality, my idea of “treating myself” is buying a discounted salad that still haunts my dreams. everyone thinks i’m living the high life, but honestly, i’m just an expert at crafting stories about hypothetical futures while avoiding the pile of bills hidden behind my very aesthetic couch.
wait, so here’s the thing. i literally act like my life is a glamorous movie, but in reality, my idea of “treating myself” is buying a discounted salad that still haunts my dreams. everyone thinks i’m living the high life, but honestly, i’m just an expert at crafting stories about hypothetical futures while avoiding the pile of bills hidden behind my very aesthetic couch.
i literally saw the medal tally and thought, what even is an accomplishment anymore? it’s wild how we celebrate wins on the world stage but at home, i’m just staring at the wall. i have contacts in my phone, but none who actually know me, and honestly, that’s just isolating. no one to share the big wins with, or the small defeats, just me with my funeral outfit ready for... well, the next lonely m...