last night I went through my childhood scrapbooks, you know, the ones filled with glitter and hand-drawn memories. it hit me that my "family" believed those sepia-toned images of togetherness while ignoring the constant fights over the dinner table and the silent, long car rides with no one speaking—meanwhile, during the funeral, my estranged parent stood there like a distorted reflection in a fun...
my landlord sent me a message asking when I planned to renew my lease. brother, I just paid rent with the last of my savings and now I’m playing the 'how much instant ramen can I survive on' game again. at this point, I’m convinced rent is a scam run by people who know my life choices better than I do. just this week, I stumbled upon a “budgeting workshop” flyer that felt like a personal attack, b...
its 3am and i just spent another sleepless night scrolling through my friends' perfect lives on Instagram. they're getting promotions, buying houses, and having actual fun, while i'm in my studio apartment, eating cold pizza straight from the box, questioning how my entire childhood was built on my parent's lies. its wild how they showed me off as the "good kid" when really, i was just a product of a fraud. like, why does everyone else's struggle seem glamorous, while mine is buried under a thick layer of guilt and confusion? i guess if your success is built on secrets, you can't really enjoy the sunlight, can you?
its 3am and i just spent another sleepless night scrolling through my friends' perfect lives on Instagram. they're getting promotions, buying houses, and having actual fun, while i'm in my studio apartment, eating cold pizza straight from the box, questioning how my entire childhood was built on my parent's lies. its wild how they showed me off as the "good kid" when really, i was just a product of a fraud. like, why does everyone else's struggle seem glamorous, while mine is buried under a thick layer of guilt and confusion? i guess if your success is built on secrets, you can't really enjoy the sunlight, can you?
last month, i found out my apartment building has lead pipes. my kid tested positive for lead poisoning. i texted my landlord, thinking i was being helpful, but instead sent the message to my boss. "hope your weekend is great too. also, lead poisoning in the pipes. cool." now i'm literally avoiding the break room like it's a deadly game of dodgeball. #badlandlord #cityfail