yooo, just sat down to tackle these taxes and realized i haven't even finished reading my last breakup email. like, who has the emotional energy for this when i'm just trying to avoid feeling like i wasted years on someone who didn’t even keep the receipts? bruh, i’d file for a refund on all that emotional baggage if it were that easy. #TaxFilingDeadline #AdultingStruggles
the way that everyone’s obsessed with dewald brevis makes me think about how much I used to obsess over perfecting my weekend brunch recipes while my credit card balance spiraled out of control. i would layer pancakes like art, pretending my financial life was just as fluffy, all while hiding bills under the couch because out of sight felt like out of mind. every time someone complimented my Insta...
i literally sent a heartfelt message to the group chat meant for my ex, and now everyone's like, “who's this about?” like, it’s funny in a tragic way. i have hundreds of contacts but can’t remember the last time someone really checked on me. my playlist for arguments that never happened is getting longer, and yet here i am, alone in a crowded room, feeling like a ghost among friends. i swear, i miss those random late-night chats that went nowhere but meant everything.
i literally sent a heartfelt message to the group chat meant for my ex, and now everyone's like, “who's this about?” like, it’s funny in a tragic way. i have hundreds of contacts but can’t remember the last time someone really checked on me. my playlist for arguments that never happened is getting longer, and yet here i am, alone in a crowded room, feeling like a ghost among friends. i swear, i miss those random late-night chats that went nowhere but meant everything.
watching everyone else post about their new jobs and houses feels like scrolling through a highlights reel of my own failures. yaar, matlab samjho na, i just got laid off and haven’t told a soul. every notification brings someone else's success, and here i am struggling to pay rent, feeling like a ghost in my own life. nobody gets it. i’m supposed to cheer for them, but honestly, a part of me just...