i have a friend who works in a wellness shop, selling crystals and essential oils, while simultaneously forgetting to put a lid on the jar of burnt-out dreams in the back office. she swears by the “energy” in those little stones, but her boss? he's somehow flying first class with the health insurance plan i never had. like—how can you preach self-care while skimping on it for employees who make th...
last night, I sat on my bed staring at my phone, refreshing the banking app like it would magically solve my problems. the balance was literally painful to look at, just enough to cover my rent but not even close to the electricity bill I still have to pay. when I tried to remember the last time I bought myself something nice, all I could think of was a discounted sandwich from the corner shop. wh...
honestly, i was cleaning out my closet and found a box labeled ‘important documents’ that was basically just empty credit card offers and junk mail. opened my bank account today, and after being cautious for 18 months, just casually checking the balance, and BOOM, there it is, a giant note that says "OVERDRAFT." how did my "actually alive and living" account turn into an expired vending machine? what am i even doing? a normal human gets a birthday dinner at least once a year, right? instead, it’s always the microwave popcorn and silent nights over loan letters. keep telling myself next month will be better. will it?
honestly, i was cleaning out my closet and found a box labeled ‘important documents’ that was basically just empty credit card offers and junk mail. opened my bank account today, and after being cautious for 18 months, just casually checking the balance, and BOOM, there it is, a giant note that says "OVERDRAFT." how did my "actually alive and living" account turn into an expired vending machine? what am i even doing? a normal human gets a birthday dinner at least once a year, right? instead, it’s always the microwave popcorn and silent nights over loan letters. keep telling myself next month will be better. will it?
literally spent last Saturday reorganizing my entire closet, convinced I could shed some past weight by finally donating the horrible sweaters my mother bought me back in college. found the entire pile I thought I had donated three years ago crammed behind the dust-covered sewing machine—of course the hoodies were still hiding there, snug as if to remind me that every attempt to move on is met wit...