it's not that i'm bitter about everyone else falling in love—it's just... every time i pass a mirror, all i see is the silhouette of the person i was before, the one who shaped her whole identity around someone else, now fragmented like the lyrics of my breakup playlists that no one else ever cared to hear. and honestly, i wonder if i’ll ever become a whole song again or just a series of discarded...
nobody talks about the emotional rollercoaster of shopping at the dollar store. like, honestly, you feel rich for a second. those tiny little items? they all seem like necessities. you throw things in your cart with the delusion of having a flexible budget. but then you walk out with a bag of plastic treasures and remember you literally had to check if you could afford gas to get home. #BudgetingR...
it's not that i can't manage my life, it's just that discovering how much i've spent on forgotten subscriptions is like finding a rat in my pantry. i mean, seriously, i thought my only monthly expense was keeping the lights on. instead, i'm feeding a digital army of streaming services and monthly boxes of... what even are these things? every time i think i've found the bottom of the pile, there’s another subscription to some niche yoga for llamas video series i swore i'd try. it’s like i'm funding my own personal sitcom, but i’m not laughing.
it's not that i can't manage my life, it's just that discovering how much i've spent on forgotten subscriptions is like finding a rat in my pantry. i mean, seriously, i thought my only monthly expense was keeping the lights on. instead, i'm feeding a digital army of streaming services and monthly boxes of... what even are these things? every time i think i've found the bottom of the pile, there’s another subscription to some niche yoga for llamas video series i swore i'd try. it’s like i'm funding my own personal sitcom, but i’m not laughing.
the way that my whole life feels like a waiting game while everyone else moves forward—like Canada suddenly deciding to invest in its defense industry, and I can barely defend my own choices. imagine thinking something massive will change for you, but you just keep getting 'lol' texts in return. is it too much to ask for just one person to take me seriously? I keep daydreaming about breakthroughs ...