i found an old diary from when i was ten and there’s a part where i wrote that i wanted to disappear because i thought nobody would notice, it still makes my stomach drop thinking about how alone i felt and now its like i replay those words every time i mess up.
i just found out my weird old uncle left me his collection of rare coins and i was sure that was gonna be some huge disappointment or a prank or something. i am honestly sitting here staring at them thinking this could be worth so much and i can’t believe it all worked out.
sometimes i stare at the empty shelves in my kitchen and wonder if my family would still think i am living the dream if they knew i sometimes eat a spoonful of peanut butter for dinner just to make the budget stretch but it feels too lonely to share so i just smile when they call me lucky
sometimes i stare at the empty shelves in my kitchen and wonder if my family would still think i am living the dream if they knew i sometimes eat a spoonful of peanut butter for dinner just to make the budget stretch but it feels too lonely to share so i just smile when they call me lucky
sitting on my tiny balcony watching the neighbor's kid score goals while my plants are all dying inside, just thinking about how i can't even afford a trip to the grocery store this week. my friends are celebrating promotions and moving up in the world and i’m just stuck in my one-bedroom, barely scraping by on my pathetic salary, wishing things felt different.