do you ever look in the mirror and wonder who the person staring back really is? i spent so long being what everyone else needed that now i can’t remember what i like, what i want. sometimes, i fantasize about just disappearing, manifesting a life where nobody expects anything from me. just to find out if i even exist without the performance. #selfdiscovery #delulu
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I can’t help but think about how everyone talks about Leylah Fernandez like she’s the beacon of success. Meanwhile, I’m over here, spinning my wheels in a job that drains me dry. Everyone assumes I have it together—perfect outfit, always showing up on social media looking fine. But I can’t even remember the last time I bought something I actually wanted. I once did the math in my head—five-star dinners versus instant noodles—when suddenly it hit me—I’m living in the world of pretend. Now, when I see someone thriving like her, it’s like a punch to the gut… why can’t I just get it together like that? #LeylahFernandez #livinginbetween
I can’t help but think about how everyone talks about Leylah Fernandez like she’s the beacon of success. Meanwhile, I’m over here, spinning my wheels in a job that drains me dry. Everyone assumes I have it together—perfect outfit, always showing up on social media looking fine. But I can’t even remember the last time I bought something I actually wanted. I once did the math in my head—five-star dinners versus instant noodles—when suddenly it hit me—I’m living in the world of pretend. Now, when I see someone thriving like her, it’s like a punch to the gut… why can’t I just get it together like that? #LeylahFernandez #livinginbetween
yooo, you ever look at your furniture and apologize for just existing? like, I’m over here stressed about bills and my couch is silently judging my life choices. people see me and think, wow, they must be doing well, but it’s really just a mountain of unpaid subscriptions and pretending the random junk mail isn’t from the bank. like, sorry IKEA, but that sleek look is just me hiding the mess under...