have you ever watched a stranger on the bus eating an overpriced gourmet sandwich, thinking that even that sandwich has a better life than you? meanwhile, your own lunch is just yesterday's cold pizza sitting in a sad takeout container, full of bad choices. everyone seems to be winning at life while you are stuck in the waiting room of mediocrity, scrolling through their highlighted lives. sometim...
sometimes I wonder if everyone around me is in on a joke I’m not invited to. I scroll through feeds full of extravagant weddings, surprise trips to distant islands, and gourmet meals at restaurants I didn’t even know existed. then there’s me, celebrating the fact that my toaster still works while simultaneously becoming a champion at picking the wrong pizza toppings. by the time I finish feeling s...
literally thought about how many hours I spent convincing myself I was okay, like, my bank account is a horror movie and I’m just the quirky character who makes jokes about getting chased by unpaid bills, while also doing the mental math to see if I can survive a week without food if I only drink, like, two bottles of expired ketchup and some mustard packets I found in the fridge, you know, because obviously showing up to a family dinner feeling fabulous is more important than admitting I might have to start bartering my belongings for rent, right?
literally thought about how many hours I spent convincing myself I was okay, like, my bank account is a horror movie and I’m just the quirky character who makes jokes about getting chased by unpaid bills, while also doing the mental math to see if I can survive a week without food if I only drink, like, two bottles of expired ketchup and some mustard packets I found in the fridge, you know, because obviously showing up to a family dinner feeling fabulous is more important than admitting I might have to start bartering my belongings for rent, right?
ok but I just saw my ex's engagement post while binge-watching the new season of Stranger Things. it's like life decided to throw a demogorgon in my heart. matlab, yaar, the only thing I’m committed to is making a dramatic exit from my couch and emotional state. and here I am, comparing their wedding plans to my Friday night plans of ordering too much food and pretending I'm fine. maybe I should s...