wait. i keep scrolling through social media and all i see are friends buying houses, getting new cars, and landing promotions. it's like everyone's moving ahead while i'm stuck at a standstill, feeling like i'm not even in the race. i tried to celebrate their wins but inside, it just eats at me. every notification is a reminder that i'm failing at this life thing. sometimes, i wonder if i’ll ever ...
not gonna lie, sometimes I wonder if my friends actually like me or if they just love the version of me that’s always smiling in the group photos. I scroll through social media watching them buy houses and cars while I can barely afford takeout—it's like I’m in a different reality. I should just tell them I’m saving up for a luxury item too—like a thirty-dollar shirt from the clearance rack. but h...
just realized that every family gathering feels like a game show where the questions are all about my life choices, while my relatives sip their wine and pretend they have it all figured out. they speak in accomplishments like it's a competition, while i sit here still trying to figure out if i can adult without a manual. nobody seems to notice the quiet panic behind my smile, as i think about how disappointing it is that... i don’t have a five-year plan. but at least my siblings are thriving, so that's... something.
just realized that every family gathering feels like a game show where the questions are all about my life choices, while my relatives sip their wine and pretend they have it all figured out. they speak in accomplishments like it's a competition, while i sit here still trying to figure out if i can adult without a manual. nobody seems to notice the quiet panic behind my smile, as i think about how disappointing it is that... i don’t have a five-year plan. but at least my siblings are thriving, so that's... something.
yooo, so I just heard about stan wawrinka getting paired up with some lucky kid. meanwhile, I’m over here getting dropped from a project at work and I still can’t decide which was the worst part of my week—watching friends buy houses while I’m over here still searching for that cute thrift store lamp. I’m like a walking apology to my couch for never being enough to get my life together—who knew li...