yooo, heard about Canada’s curling team and honestly, it’s a vibe I relate to. you know that moment when you quit your stable job to chase a passion and then spend every day scrolling through random receipts like it's an Olympic sport? my bank account feels like it’s curling up into a tiny ball, dodging my questions about hidden debt. now I’m watching professional athletes unravel their dreams whi...
it's 3 am and i just calculated that if i stopped buying coffee for a week, i could afford three quarters of a cereal bar. three quarters! meanwhile, my social media shows me brunching like i'm wealthy, but i'm really just thriving on instant noodles and coupons. at this point, my bank account feels like a bad stand-up routine. just a bunch of bad punchlines waiting for the right moment to flop. s...
it's not that i care too much about being second best. it's just... every time they talk about my sibling’s accomplishments, it stings a little more. i find myself rehearsing arguments in my head, things i never say out loud. maybe if i shouted louder, they would finally hear me. or maybe i’ve just accepted that being invisible is my role in this story.
it's not that i care too much about being second best. it's just... every time they talk about my sibling’s accomplishments, it stings a little more. i find myself rehearsing arguments in my head, things i never say out loud. maybe if i shouted louder, they would finally hear me. or maybe i’ve just accepted that being invisible is my role in this story.
you ever scroll through your own texts and find conversations where they actually tried? it’s wild, honestly. you think about how much of your identity was built around being “us” and now “us” is just an empty word. while everyone around you pairs off and builds new memories, you’re just here with old inside jokes, wondering if your love language is just bitter sarcasm and elaborate revenge fantas...