it's not that i don't have friends. it's just that no one really sees me anymore. my best friend got married and now their life is full of new memories, and mine is just... endless group texts about nothing. i scroll through my contacts, but there’s this weird silence. everyone’s busy. like, i laugh at the meme my cousin sent from their fancy trip abroad, but nobody knows that my biggest accomplis...
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the truth is, sometimes I find myself crafting elaborate narratives about strangers — like the woman on the bus who wears the same worn-out shoes every day. in my head, she’s a retired ballerina secretly funding her art studio through gig work, while really, she might just be scraping by like me. meanwhile, I’m calculating if I can buy a box of cereal or if I need to ride that crumbling wave of shame and stretch a leftover sandwich into a second meal. it’s bizarre to be living paycheck to paycheck, smiling at strangers, and convincing everyone you're okay when your credit card statement reads like a tragic love story of regret and broken promises.
the truth is, sometimes I find myself crafting elaborate narratives about strangers — like the woman on the bus who wears the same worn-out shoes every day. in my head, she’s a retired ballerina secretly funding her art studio through gig work, while really, she might just be scraping by like me. meanwhile, I’m calculating if I can buy a box of cereal or if I need to ride that crumbling wave of shame and stretch a leftover sandwich into a second meal. it’s bizarre to be living paycheck to paycheck, smiling at strangers, and convincing everyone you're okay when your credit card statement reads like a tragic love story of regret and broken promises.
bruh, seeing everyone pair up while I sit here binge-watching nature documentaries like it’s a romantic comedy feels like an Olympic sport. my last relationship ended because I cried during a cooking show; yeah, that was a major red flag, apparently. meanwhile, my ex is out there thriving like they just unlocked a secret level of life. I’m here wondering if getting attached to houseplants counts a...