day fifty-three of my new life in a city that isn’t mine. the first month I splurged on organic quinoa, believing I was an *adult* now. now? I microwave yesterday's leftovers while calculating how many days until I can afford new laundry detergent. it’s funny, really. my friends think I make enough for rent, food, and... *happiness*. but truth be told? the only joy in my apartment is the lonely ...
I spent an hour rehearsing an argument in my head with my colleague about the way they stacked their papers. Now I’m actually mad at them for breathing too loudly during meetings. I’m glaring at their coffee mug like it's the cause of my existence being a chaotic mess. Seriously, who knew a ceramic cup could evoke such intense emotions? #workfrustrations #nottalkingtoyou
no because the way my old coworker just posted about their engagement—while I sit here in a beige cubicle trying to figure out how I’m going to buy a toaster. everyone’s getting houses and I’m over here surviving on takeout leftovers—didn’t I manifest my dream kitchen once? sometimes I swear I could build a shrine to all the people living their best lives while I still can’t figure out how to assemble a simple bookshelf. like, will the universe send me a miracle? or should I just keep adding more crystals to my collection?
no because the way my old coworker just posted about their engagement—while I sit here in a beige cubicle trying to figure out how I’m going to buy a toaster. everyone’s getting houses and I’m over here surviving on takeout leftovers—didn’t I manifest my dream kitchen once? sometimes I swear I could build a shrine to all the people living their best lives while I still can’t figure out how to assemble a simple bookshelf. like, will the universe send me a miracle? or should I just keep adding more crystals to my collection?
yooo, just saw the news about Aaron Wiggins. dude's not starting and I’m sitting here wondering how I became the background player in my own life, like... I used to have friends. now it feels like I just scroll through contacts that no longer mean anything. I mean, what do you even say? "Hey, remember when we used to laugh about nothing?" But here I am. Financial anxiety keeps me awake at night ...