bruh, just sent this deep essay about how I feel like I'm drowning in a world of chaos, only to get back a single sad emoji. I mean, is this what my vulnerability has come to? Meanwhile, it’s supposed to rain over in Santa Clara and all I can think is that weather’s the most exciting thing in my life right now. At least Mother Nature’s emotions are clearer than mine, right? #SantaClaraWeather #Lif...
i literally created a backstory for the guy at the bus stop who wore a Hawaiian shirt in January, like he probably spends every winter in his grandmother's attic pretending he's a famous artist, while downing pineapple juice and writing terrible poetry about lost socks, but then i realized—what if he's just a really sad accountant on the edge of a breakdown and the shirt is his final attempt to ex...
it’s funny how everyone thinks you’re living the dream when really you’re dodging questions about your non-existent savings. like, do people actually think that i spent half my rent on that novelty cactus sculpture? no, it’s more like i turned on every single light in my apartment to make it look like i wasn’t pretending my one lamp was enough to illuminate my future. and don’t get me started on the gift exchange at work. i wrapped up expired grocery store candles last year. my boss loved them. never mind the fact i’m still Googling how long a paycheck takes to evaporate in the 'joy of budgeting' method.
it’s funny how everyone thinks you’re living the dream when really you’re dodging questions about your non-existent savings. like, do people actually think that i spent half my rent on that novelty cactus sculpture? no, it’s more like i turned on every single light in my apartment to make it look like i wasn’t pretending my one lamp was enough to illuminate my future. and don’t get me started on the gift exchange at work. i wrapped up expired grocery store candles last year. my boss loved them. never mind the fact i’m still Googling how long a paycheck takes to evaporate in the 'joy of budgeting' method.
yaar, so i watched this wedding video where my classmate spent more money on decor than i have in my entire bank account. it was like a movie, all slow-motion, and there i was, sitting on my couch in pajamas, clutching a packet of biscuits like it was my emotional support animal. my friends used to say we would throw such epic weddings, but i’ve literally cut off all my toxic friends for... i gues...