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do you ever feel like you’re just watching the game from the sidelines? while everyone posts about new cars and houses, i’m here trying to figure out how to afford groceries. like, the lakers and warriors are out there making big plays, and i’m just trying to make it through a Tuesday without crying. i scroll through my feed—perfectly staged life after perfectly staged life—and it’s like being at a party you weren’t invited to. i really thought i was in the game, but it turns out, i’m the benchwarmer. #
do you ever feel like you’re just watching the game from the sidelines? while everyone posts about new cars and houses, i’m here trying to figure out how to afford groceries. like, the lakers and warriors are out there making big plays, and i’m just trying to make it through a Tuesday without crying. i scroll through my feed—perfectly staged life after perfectly staged life—and it’s like being at a party you weren’t invited to. i really thought i was in the game, but it turns out, i’m the benchwarmer. #
it's 2am and i'm scrolling through social media, seeing everyone post their super bowl plans. people are posting pictures of their brand new flatscreens and luxury snacks, meanwhile my idea of a party is a couch covered in laundry. day 17 of telling myself that comparing my life to theirs is wrong, but damn it stings to watch them thrive while i'm here just... surviving. maybe one day i'll get my ...