it's wild how you can be sitting on your couch, surrounded by clothes still with the tags on them, just to convince people you’ve got it together. the funny thing is, my bank account doesn’t just hate me; it secretly wishes I’d acknowledge how broke I am instead of pretending that those random late-night purchases were investments in happiness. I sometimes joke about living on instant noodles whil...
it's not that i can't manage my finances. it's just that every time i think i'm getting ahead, another bill shows up like a bad surprise party. tried to go to an event that celebrated the army, felt proud until i remembered that my only combat these days is with my credit card bill. people think i'm thriving, but my reality is full of constant stress, wondering how to juggle payments while putting...
last night, I looked in the mirror and I swear, I could see my parents staring back at me. it was wild, like the good, old days of procrastinating household chores, but now I just hide in my room, avoiding responsibilities that multiply like dust bunnies. it’s like, I practiced saying no, practicing standing up for myself in my head, but when the moment comes, I just freeze like a deer in headlights. who knew the real struggle would be turning into my own parents and still feeling like a ghost of a person that nobody really wants to talk to?
last night, I looked in the mirror and I swear, I could see my parents staring back at me. it was wild, like the good, old days of procrastinating household chores, but now I just hide in my room, avoiding responsibilities that multiply like dust bunnies. it’s like, I practiced saying no, practicing standing up for myself in my head, but when the moment comes, I just freeze like a deer in headlights. who knew the real struggle would be turning into my own parents and still feeling like a ghost of a person that nobody really wants to talk to?
it’s not that i care, it’s just… i accidentally liked a photo of my high school bully while scrolling deep into their life like some internet detective. my finger just slipped, right? now i’m literally panicking about what this means. do they think i’ve changed? that i’m somehow impressed? part of me wants to send a congratulatory message, while the other part just screams at myself to unearth my ...