not gonna lie, i’ve been telling everyone i work for a cool startup, but the truth is, i'm just an overqualified assistant at a boring office. i don’t have the heart to correct it anymore. it’s easier to pretend than admit i'm lonely, scrolling through endless tweets from people i wish were my friends, while my real ones think i’m living the dream. every time my phone buzzes, part of me hopes it’s...
literally scrolling through my social media feed, watching everyone I know land great jobs and buy brand new vacuum cleaners while I sit here wondering if I should get pizza or just eat the expired mac and cheese again. honestly, every time my friend posts a picture of their perfectly curated bookshelf, I think about the stack of self-help books still in the Amazon box sitting in my closet that I ...
it’s three a.m. and I just counted the pennies in my change jar again. twenty-five dollars and thirteen cents is not going to fund that weekend trip everyone keeps posting about. I roll my eyes at their beach photos while eating instant ramen for dinner. I think about how long it would take to save for something fun. turns out, it’s an impossible number. but hey, at least I have enough for snacks while I binge-watch shows about people with dreams.
it’s three a.m. and I just counted the pennies in my change jar again. twenty-five dollars and thirteen cents is not going to fund that weekend trip everyone keeps posting about. I roll my eyes at their beach photos while eating instant ramen for dinner. I think about how long it would take to save for something fun. turns out, it’s an impossible number. but hey, at least I have enough for snacks while I binge-watch shows about people with dreams.
wait, so everyone's buzzing about the T20 World Cup while i sit here, pretending my salary is twice what it actually is. people assume i'm living it up, but really, i just finished counting my spare change to afford dinner. it's ironic how everyone thinks they know how much you earn, yet nobody knows how many late payments i keep dodging. if they knew the real story, they'd start pulling me aside ...