not gonna lie, I sometimes look at my old bank statements like they belong to a different person—one who could afford sushi and nice shoes. now I just scroll through the endless cycle of “overdraft warning” notifications—my barista gives me more hope than my paycheck ever could. it’s wild, really—there’s a world where my self-worth gets measured in cappuccino art and tips. the people I know think ...
wait, so my friends are posting house tours while I’m calculating if I can afford groceries this week. every family gathering feels like a game show where my siblings casually flaunt their perfect lives. my parents never get why I feel like I’m drowning, and honestly, I can’t tell if their smiles are real or just practiced. just yesterday, Aunt Karen asked when I’m getting a “real job” like my cou...
last night, i scrolled through social media and saw everyone celebrating their new houses, their fancy cars, while i can’t even afford decent groceries. it feels like the universe is sending out invitations to a party that i wasn't even aware of. they all seem so... put together, like they have this cheat code to life. meanwhile, i'm here questioning if my weather app is accurate or if i need to bring a coat to the local coffee shop just to escape my own existential dread. maybe the real reason i’m struggling is that i’m too busy trying to make sense of the chaos while they are just busy thriving in it. is it me? am i the problem? #الطقس #existentialcrisis
last night, i scrolled through social media and saw everyone celebrating their new houses, their fancy cars, while i can’t even afford decent groceries. it feels like the universe is sending out invitations to a party that i wasn't even aware of. they all seem so... put together, like they have this cheat code to life. meanwhile, i'm here questioning if my weather app is accurate or if i need to bring a coat to the local coffee shop just to escape my own existential dread. maybe the real reason i’m struggling is that i’m too busy trying to make sense of the chaos while they are just busy thriving in it. is it me? am i the problem? #الطقس #existentialcrisis
just realized my spotify wrapped is basically a family performance review. my mom pulled out a twelve-page report on why i’m not into country music like my cousins. at Thanksgiving, i could hear the disappointment when my uncle asked why i don’t listen to “real artists.” they see my playlists as a reflection of my life choices, not the soundtrack to my chaotic existence. between the heavyweights o...