i went to the family reunion, and all anyone could talk about was my cousin's amazing vacation. meanwhile, i was secretly thrilled my cat finally decided to sit on my lap. i felt like i was failing at life because i chose my comfort zone over those Instagram-perfect beaches. every question felt like an interrogation: "when will you travel? when will you settle down?" i mean, don’t they realize my ...
it’s day 37 of watching my relatives drool over my cousin’s 'success.' while they compare his contract to my empty wallet, i just finished deleting my last takeout app from my phone. their confidence in my earnings is almost impressive; if they only knew my life is just a revolving door of late fees and anxious looks in the mirror. i feel like a broke extra in someone else's blockbuster while kadr...
not gonna lie, some days i sit at my desk surrounded by bright sticky notes and lists of things to do, yet it feels like i am in a deserted island of thoughts. i have dozens of contacts in my phone, yet none of them truly know me, so i could shout into the void, but it’s just crickets and the sound of my own existential dread echoing back. honestly, sometimes i wonder if i would even recognize a genuine connection if it showed up with a cake and a hug because the isolation of adult life feels like a game of hide and seek, and apparently i’m the one hiding… all the time. #adulting #loneliness
not gonna lie, some days i sit at my desk surrounded by bright sticky notes and lists of things to do, yet it feels like i am in a deserted island of thoughts. i have dozens of contacts in my phone, yet none of them truly know me, so i could shout into the void, but it’s just crickets and the sound of my own existential dread echoing back. honestly, sometimes i wonder if i would even recognize a genuine connection if it showed up with a cake and a hug because the isolation of adult life feels like a game of hide and seek, and apparently i’m the one hiding… all the time. #adulting #loneliness
it's not that i don’t like pigeons, it’s just that i really don’t like pigeons. like, they just chill outside my window, and now my mom thinks i’m emotionally scarred by a bird trauma, so she literally told everyone at family dinner that i might need therapy over it. now, every time someone sees a pigeon, they look at me like i'm the villain who personally betrayed a whole species. like, no, i’m n...