bruh, nothing hits harder than walking into a family gathering where the first thing i hear is my cousin casually explaining how he got into medical school, while i’m just trying to hide my massive anxiety over what my life even looks like. all the “so what’s your plan” questions hit like bullets, and i can't help but wish i could trade my life story for an explanation of my aunt’s chaotic fascina...
i was literally standing in the frozen food aisle, contemplating if i could justify spending six bucks on that microwave meal because honestly, that’s all i could afford this week. then i remembered i had to send an email to the landlord because the sink is leaking again. did i mention i’m literally on the brink of becoming a professional tightrope walker between bills? everyone thinks my paycheck...
it’s not that i care about bitcoin crashing, it’s just that my buddy invested everything he had. now i have to pretend his existential meltdown isn’t happening in front of me while i’m secretly questioning my own life choices. meanwhile, my plants are dying and my last job application is gathering dust because i keep thinking i’m not qualified enough. you’d think losing money would hurt more than losing dreams, but here we are. #BitcoinCrashing #LifeChoices
it’s not that i care about bitcoin crashing, it’s just that my buddy invested everything he had. now i have to pretend his existential meltdown isn’t happening in front of me while i’m secretly questioning my own life choices. meanwhile, my plants are dying and my last job application is gathering dust because i keep thinking i’m not qualified enough. you’d think losing money would hurt more than losing dreams, but here we are. #BitcoinCrashing #LifeChoices
wait, so everyone is swooning over Sabrina Carpenter's sheer Valentino at the Grammys, and I just looked back at my own photos from last year and was like, "who is this person that actually thought wearing oversized sweaters and fluorescent green Crocs was a good idea?" did I think that would land me a spot on the red carpet or just an invite to my local thrift store's ‘who wore it worst’ contest?...