no because you ever look in the mirror and think, “who is this thirty-year-old pretending to have their life together?” like, I’m dodging calls from collectors while faking enthusiasm about the latest office potluck. people compliment my “successful” career, but they don’t see the stress eating my soul, one unpaid bill at a time. this façade is exhausting, and nobody even knows it’s a disaster beh...
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wait, but have you ever tried manifesting a whole NEW LIFE and just— like—expected the universe to catch up while you watch your fridge go empty? it’s like, people think i’m living this romantic adventure, but really i’m choosing between takeout menus and dried beans— dreaming about manifesting wild riches while casually pretending my “thrifting finds” are the pinnacle of fashion when they’re just last season’s closeouts— like, is anyone else writing love letters to their unpaid bills and manifesting them into something sweet? because that’s where i’m at, living my best delulu life on a tightrope of hope and broken dreams— the dream is so much cooler than reality sometimes, you know?
wait, but have you ever tried manifesting a whole NEW LIFE and just— like—expected the universe to catch up while you watch your fridge go empty? it’s like, people think i’m living this romantic adventure, but really i’m choosing between takeout menus and dried beans— dreaming about manifesting wild riches while casually pretending my “thrifting finds” are the pinnacle of fashion when they’re just last season’s closeouts— like, is anyone else writing love letters to their unpaid bills and manifesting them into something sweet? because that’s where i’m at, living my best delulu life on a tightrope of hope and broken dreams— the dream is so much cooler than reality sometimes, you know?
last night, I checked my bank account and decided to say I was “too tired” to go out, but honestly I was just calculating how long I can survive on instant noodles until payday, and it hit me—why does it feel like I’m running a marathon while everyone else is at a gala? one minute I’m dodging invites like I’m in a James Bond movie, and the next, I’m knee-deep in hidden debt thinking “how did I end...