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Rants: kim jong un’s daughter stepping up has me reflecting on how expectations can suf…

the way that people talk about the new changes with tariffs like it’s some miraculous gift—meanwhile, my wallet is still just as empty as it was last week. does anyone actually think this affects the average person? i can barely keep up with the debt lurking under the surface—like an unwelcome ghost that just won’t leave. maybe i’m just hoping for a sign that things will turn around while secretly...

it’s not that i’m jealous. it’s just exhausting watching everyone else’s success while i’m stuck here with nothing to show for it. i mean, even kim jong un’s daughter is on the fast track to power while i can’t even get my boss to acknowledge my contributions. everyone else seems to have it figured out. meanwhile, i’m rehearsing my acceptance speech for an award that’ll probably never come. is it ...

kim jong un’s daughter stepping up has me reflecting on how expectations can suffocate. i always thought my family saw me as a failure compared to my cousins who seemed to have it all figured out. gatherings feel more like job interviews than family time, and i’m still sitting here, trying to convince myself that living for others' approval is worth it. funny how it took someone else’s legacy to make me realize the burden of being THE disappointment. #KimJongUn #expectations

kim jong un’s daughter stepping up has me reflecting on how expectations can suffocate. i always thought my family saw me as a failure compared to my cousins who seemed to have it all figured out. gatherings feel more like job interviews than family time, and i’m still sitting here, trying to convince myself that living for others' approval is worth it. funny how it took someone else’s legacy to make me realize the burden of being THE disappointment. #KimJongUn #expectations

not gonna lie, sometimes i buy books just to feel smarter without actually reading them—stacked on my shelf like trophies, but the truth is, they sit there judging me. people think i’m a big reader, but really, i’m just in a battle with my anxiety and escapism, pretending like those pages could magically sort my life out if i just looked at them long enough. it’s wild, isn’t it? how we curate thes...