literally found myself calculating how my life would be different if I just took that job instead of staying at my dead-end one. turns out I'd be in a tiny studio filled with broken dreams instead of this suffocating house that I convinced myself was a safe choice. just like Coco Gauff’s struggle to break free from her mental block, I'm trapped in my own—honestly, some days I just want to smash a ...
saw britney sold her music catalog. i stared at my old guitar that i haven’t touched in months. like, why do i even keep it around? no one wants my mediocre songs that come with a side of existential dread and procrastination. my neighbor is dropping tracks while i can’t even finish a simple chorus. still can’t bring myself to clear the dust. should i just sell it? might as well turn my unfulfille...
i watched a video of my friend hosting a fancy dinner party for their book club while i microwaved leftover pizza. they bragged about using locally sourced organic ingredients. i could barely source a clean plate. my internal monologue was on repeat, chanting "so you think you are better than me, huh?" spoiler alert: they probably are. #adultingfail #envy
i watched a video of my friend hosting a fancy dinner party for their book club while i microwaved leftover pizza. they bragged about using locally sourced organic ingredients. i could barely source a clean plate. my internal monologue was on repeat, chanting "so you think you are better than me, huh?" spoiler alert: they probably are. #adultingfail #envy
do you ever catch yourself scrolling through social media and wondering how everyone else is managing to look so put together when you're still googling "can i return these shoes after wearing them?" meanwhile, you’re three months deep in a silent war with your own bank account, where the only war casualty is your sanity. it's a whole rabbit hole of “if only i hadn't bought those two-for-one candl...