lmao, watching my friends brag about their new appliances is wild, like okay congrats on the toaster that literally sings to you, meanwhile I’m over here googling how to microwave ramen without burning it. it’s like I signed up for a Netflix special about adulting, but instead I'm stuck with this tragic one-man show where I can’t even afford basic groceries. the audience is out there thriving, pos...
not gonna lie, i spent last weekend spiraling about the nba standings while my laundry literally became its own ecosystem. who knew getting caught up in my friends' sports conversations would lead me to abandon my responsibilities? now, as my favorite team clings to playoff hopes, i’m over here pretending the mountain of dishes won't come for me at midnight. but hey, at least i can confidently tel...
just realized the rand is taking a hit, and here i am, taking hits from my family about my career choices. my cousin just got promoted to some fancy corporate title, and meanwhile, i am still figuring out my life. family gatherings turn into full-on interrogations where they line up questions like, "what's your five-year plan?" and i just want to scream that my plan is literally just to survive the week without losing my mind. when did life become a comparison game? #Rand #LifeStruggles
just realized the rand is taking a hit, and here i am, taking hits from my family about my career choices. my cousin just got promoted to some fancy corporate title, and meanwhile, i am still figuring out my life. family gatherings turn into full-on interrogations where they line up questions like, "what's your five-year plan?" and i just want to scream that my plan is literally just to survive the week without losing my mind. when did life become a comparison game? #Rand #LifeStruggles
not gonna lie, I thought treating myself to something nice would make everything feel okay. I remember staring at my screen like it was going to change my life—did it? When the credit card bill came, I sat there in silence, hoping it was all a cruel joke. How can something that made me feel so good turn into such a reminder of everything I’m trying to escape? what’s the point of treating yourself ...