day 23 of trying to teach my succulents not to die. why do they get more attention than me? i wrote a scathing text to them about their lifeless little existence, right before realizing they literally can't read. and somehow, it still felt empowering. #PlantDrama #SucculentStruggles
do you ever look in the mirror and think, "how did i become the type of person who literally collects novelty spoons?" i told myself i would never fall into that trap. yet here i am, proudly displaying a silver spoon shaped like a flamingo, saying it 'speaks to my personality.' honestly, it doesn't even match my decor, but if anyone asks, i just tell them it's a metaphor for my bold life choices.
financial anxiety is like the uninvited guest that never leaves, but instead of causing drama, it just sits there quietly, counting how many light bulbs I could sell to afford a can of soup. every night I lie awake debating whether I should sell my vintage glass cat collection or my beloved encyclopedia set from the nineties. then I remember nobody’s buying anything and I drift off into sleep wondering if I can convince my houseplants to cover my bills.
financial anxiety is like the uninvited guest that never leaves, but instead of causing drama, it just sits there quietly, counting how many light bulbs I could sell to afford a can of soup. every night I lie awake debating whether I should sell my vintage glass cat collection or my beloved encyclopedia set from the nineties. then I remember nobody’s buying anything and I drift off into sleep wondering if I can convince my houseplants to cover my bills.
honestly, i keep thinking about reaching out to that one person i treated like a discarded used napkin back in high school. actually, they probably rather remember me as that embarrassing shadow than bring up my teenage meanness. i mean, if molly ringwald can confront a past of getting bullied in iconic films, maybe i can too? but then again, maybe they would rather be in a tragic ending like brea...