you know my family is bragging to the neighbors about my life. but if they only knew, bhai, i just spent the entire day checking lottery results while pretending to be 'self-employed.' matlab, i was really just sitting on my couch in my pajamas, eating stale chips and watching conspiracy theories. one can only hope the next big win isn’t a miracle in my life but maybe just the will to get dressed ...
last night, i scrolled past another paycheck-to-paycheck success story. they all looked so happy while i’m sitting here dodging collection calls and perfecting my “i’m totally fine” face. funny how everyone thinks you’re living the high life just because you wear clean clothes. just realized, it’s all a performance, like those poor souls in the 'four-nil' heartbreak match, just trying to score som...
I thought my big plan to keep it together was going well—wearing that thrifted blazer like it was designer, sipping tap water instead of overpriced lattes—until my boss casually asked if I was up for a team dinner. There I sat, nodding and pretending I wasn't on a personal crusade to avoid the guilt of ordering the cheapest thing on the menu. Then I noticed my debit card was—wait for it—swiped one too many times, leaving me not just broke but staring at hidden debt I never mentioned. The worst part? They probably think I'm rolling in cash. I’d laugh if it didn’t feel so painful. #JustTryingToKeepUp #BrokeButMakeIt
I thought my big plan to keep it together was going well—wearing that thrifted blazer like it was designer, sipping tap water instead of overpriced lattes—until my boss casually asked if I was up for a team dinner. There I sat, nodding and pretending I wasn't on a personal crusade to avoid the guilt of ordering the cheapest thing on the menu. Then I noticed my debit card was—wait for it—swiped one too many times, leaving me not just broke but staring at hidden debt I never mentioned. The worst part? They probably think I'm rolling in cash. I’d laugh if it didn’t feel so painful. #JustTryingToKeepUp #BrokeButMakeIt
ok but it’s funny how I can be surrounded by a hundred faces at a party, but I’ll still find myself staring at the wall wondering if that weird habit of naming my houseplants makes me a weirdo or... I should probably just text someone—oh wait, who? nobody really gets it—nobody really knows me, not the way I want them to... like, they see the mask and nod, but do they ever wonder what it’s like to ...