it’s three a.m. and i just checked my bank account, again. the screen says fifty-seven dollars. can you believe that? fifty-seven dollars after a weekend of pretending everything is fine. meanwhile, callum turner and dua lipa are out here living their best life while i’m secretly planning my next meal around whatever discount frozen pizza is on sale. do they know what it's like to scroll through a...
everyone is buzzing about happy lunar new year, sharing their celebrations and couples smiling over new beginnings. meanwhile, I’m just here sending money home so my siblings can live their dreams, feeling every bit the ghost of my own aspirations. maybe one day, I’ll have my moment, but right now, all I feel is the weight of sacrificing everything—wondering if I’ve given up too much to be the one...
it's three in the morning and i just realized i haven’t actually shared a laugh with anyone in weeks. my phone lights up with dozens of names—contacts that once buzzed with excitement but now feel like echoes of voices i can barely remember. i keep scrolling, half-expecting to find someone who knows that sometimes, it feels like loneliness is a new hobby—but when i reach the end of the list, i just laugh—because the real joke is—who even has the courage to call, when the last time they spoke, they were laughing through all the heavy stuff?
it's three in the morning and i just realized i haven’t actually shared a laugh with anyone in weeks. my phone lights up with dozens of names—contacts that once buzzed with excitement but now feel like echoes of voices i can barely remember. i keep scrolling, half-expecting to find someone who knows that sometimes, it feels like loneliness is a new hobby—but when i reach the end of the list, i just laugh—because the real joke is—who even has the courage to call, when the last time they spoke, they were laughing through all the heavy stuff?
last night, i realized i gave my ALL to my indoor garden while my actual plants were just judging me from their little pots. like, i spent an hour talking to them like they were my best friends, offering heartfelt encouragement while completely ignoring the fact that they’re STILL dead. at this point, i’m basically their therapist and the only advice they ever get is “don’t give up, champ!” which,...