wait, i just caught myself googling “what do plants really need to survive” like some kind of alien who forgot how to be human. it’s ridiculous, right? my parents could probably recite the entire watering schedule for a fiddle leaf fig from memory, but here i am, staring at a screen like it holds the secrets to life, hoping a houseplant won’t judge me for the mess that is my own existence. somehow...
last night, i stumbled upon a photo from a party that felt like a lifetime ago. it was filled with people i used to call friends, laughing in the warmth of a night that now feels frozen. they’ve all faded into strangers, yet their smiling faces mock me, whispering that i’m alone. i have contacts by the hundreds, but when the night hits hard and the loneliness wraps around me, there's no one left t...
i just realized that the neighbor thinks i’m rich. like, RICH rich. and i'm here counting my loose change in a cereal bowl — trying to stretch that last two-dollar bill into a full meal like it's a magic trick. he waved at me, talking about investments like i'm playing Monopoly while drowning in my own lack of a safety net. the truth? i can’t remember the last time i bought something that didn’t have a sale tag on it—couldn’t tell him if that vintage lamp i’ve been eyeing is a fashion statement or my version of financial stability—ah, priorities, right?
i just realized that the neighbor thinks i’m rich. like, RICH rich. and i'm here counting my loose change in a cereal bowl — trying to stretch that last two-dollar bill into a full meal like it's a magic trick. he waved at me, talking about investments like i'm playing Monopoly while drowning in my own lack of a safety net. the truth? i can’t remember the last time i bought something that didn’t have a sale tag on it—couldn’t tell him if that vintage lamp i’ve been eyeing is a fashion statement or my version of financial stability—ah, priorities, right?
wait. my relatives think i'm rolling in it because i wore a nice shirt to Thanksgiving. meanwhile, my closet is filled with the same two outfits i keep rotating to look "put together." honestly, if they knew about the leftover ramen in my pantry and my plan to use expired coupons like a game show contestant just to scrape by, they'd probably start inviting me over for more free meals instead. so h...