yooo, i just realized if i hadn’t missed the tax filing deadline last year, i might be sitting on a little extra cash and maybe less anxiety about my "adulting" game, instead, i'm drowning in a sea of regret, questioning every choice since i started watching reality TV because that's where my priorities clearly shifted. could've invested that refund into a class, but here i am, still trying to fig...
wait, so I’ve been practicing this entire monologue in my head about why banana bread is actually a superior snack to every other baked good—because like, it’s fruit, right? but then I realized I was rehearsing in front of my mirror like I’m auditioning for some baking reality show. now I can't sleep because I'm imagining my imaginary friend judging my delivery like "who are you talking to?" but h...
literally just sat here scrolling through social media while my phone buzzed with notifications from people I barely talk to. looking at everyone's highlight reels makes my lonely one-bedroom feel like a prison, and the truth is, it's not just about rent and bills. i make good money, but by the end of the month, there’s nothing left and absolutely no one to share it with. honestly, it's funny how having hundreds of contacts feels like having a closet full of clothes you never wear. all the friendships faded into ghosts, and sometimes i wonder if anyone would even notice if i just... vanished. #Lutnick #AdultingSucks
literally just sat here scrolling through social media while my phone buzzed with notifications from people I barely talk to. looking at everyone's highlight reels makes my lonely one-bedroom feel like a prison, and the truth is, it's not just about rent and bills. i make good money, but by the end of the month, there’s nothing left and absolutely no one to share it with. honestly, it's funny how having hundreds of contacts feels like having a closet full of clothes you never wear. all the friendships faded into ghosts, and sometimes i wonder if anyone would even notice if i just... vanished. #Lutnick #AdultingSucks
it's not that I collect random thrift store paintings of cats, it's just that they really speak to my soul, you know? last week, I brought home a particularly... unique one. I thought it was charming, until my neighbor asked if it was a self-portrait of my life choices. I just nodded, while inside I was imagining its new place next to my collection of useless 90s Beanie Babies—because nothing says...