day 14 of pretending i understand the intricacies of car engine noises. every time it makes a weird sound, i catch myself giving it a nod of reassurance like, "i feel you, buddy." meanwhile, i'm in the middle of a breakdown thinking that if i ignore the warning light long enough, it'll magically fix itself, and part of me hopes it’ll just explode in a spectacular fashion so i can claim some sort o...
ngl, I spent last weekend pretending to be "out" with my friends while actually just scrolling through Netflix, half hoping they'd invite me to something glamorous. instead, I ate leftover pizza in the dark, silently resenting those Magic and Jazz highlights I’d never be able to afford. now I can’t sleep, caught in a loop of how much fun everyone is having while I’m stuck wondering if I can stretc...
literally just thought about how I’m scrambling to keep my head above water while watching people post about "انتر ميامي" and it’s like, great for them. meanwhile, I’m reusing tea bags and contemplating if my gaslight-ing brain can afford a weekend splurge — but I pretend everything’s fine when really I’m one unexpected bill away from disaster. if only I could make people see past the social media facade. but what would they say if they knew I’ve been avoiding my debt like it’s an ex? # #confessions
literally just thought about how I’m scrambling to keep my head above water while watching people post about "انتر ميامي" and it’s like, great for them. meanwhile, I’m reusing tea bags and contemplating if my gaslight-ing brain can afford a weekend splurge — but I pretend everything’s fine when really I’m one unexpected bill away from disaster. if only I could make people see past the social media facade. but what would they say if they knew I’ve been avoiding my debt like it’s an ex? # #confessions
just realized the person I've been seeing was never actually single. like, i’ve been putting in all this work—emotionally investing, thinking he was this tortured soul needing saving, and he was just—hanging out with his ex under the radar. now i'm out here with a mini scrapbook of our cute memories while he's probably picking out pillows for their shared apartment. how do i even unpack that? gues...