not gonna lie, I thought keeping in touch with everyone would mean I’d never feel alone. but here I am— scrolling through social media, watching people form connections while I can't even remember the last time someone cared to ask how I'm doing. friends become strangers when you don’t keep up— all those contacts mean nothing when nobody really sees you. it's like I’m a ghost in a crowd, wishing I...
it’s funny how i posted a supportive message about forgiveness on social media. everyone thought i was a saint, but deep down, i just felt the chaos of a half-hearted smile. meanwhile, i know i’ll never really trust that person again. it’s like believing the moon is made of cheese just because it looks nice at night. who knew my life would feel like the dramatics of amavasya, hiding shadows and gh...
it's not that i needed another ceramic frog. it's just that it was fifty percent off and suddenly my living room needed a new "statement piece." nobody talks about the joy of spending money you don’t have. you buy things because they make you feel alive, even if it's just a frog that now sits in the corner, mocking me while my bank account cries in silence.
it's not that i needed another ceramic frog. it's just that it was fifty percent off and suddenly my living room needed a new "statement piece." nobody talks about the joy of spending money you don’t have. you buy things because they make you feel alive, even if it's just a frog that now sits in the corner, mocking me while my bank account cries in silence.
saw that Ray J performance and, yaar, it hit hard. it’s like he’s bleeding on stage but putting on a show like everything’s fine. matlab, it’s exhausting pretending like we’re okay when deep down we're just surviving. every wedding invitation I get reminds me of how broke I feel, with people assuming I’m thriving when I’m just… here. battling hidden debts while scrolling through perfect lives on I...