not gonna lie, the weather has been wild lately and i think it’s reflecting my own chaos. one day it’s warm and i’m supposed to mentor someone, pretending i know what i’m doing, while inside i’m just as lost as ever. the other day, it hit me—what do i even have to offer? meanwhile, the sun shines so brightly that people actually smile at each other, and i’m here feeling like a cloud ready to pour ...
you know what’s wild? i just read that kim kardashian and lewis hamilton were hanging out, probably making my broke self feel even worse. people think i’m thriving because i make killer playlists, but really, my favorite is called "one thousand and one ways to avoid checking my bank account." sometimes, i pretend like i’m living a luxurious life. you know, ordering takeout, acting like the fridge ...
i started a new hobby. thought it would be fun and relaxing. now it just feels like an expensive reminder of what i can’t have. my vision board is filled with images of the life i want but my bank account tells me to put that on pause—indefinitely. now i'm just waiting for that paycheck, knowing it won't stretch far enough, and every day it feels more like a silent scream than a hobby. #
i started a new hobby. thought it would be fun and relaxing. now it just feels like an expensive reminder of what i can’t have. my vision board is filled with images of the life i want but my bank account tells me to put that on pause—indefinitely. now i'm just waiting for that paycheck, knowing it won't stretch far enough, and every day it feels more like a silent scream than a hobby. #
i looked in the mirror this morning and i swear i saw my parents' faces flickering back at me, judging my choices. why is it that everyone else is securing dream jobs and Instagrammable life moments while i can't even decide if i want cereal or a cup of regret for breakfast? like, is there a secret manual out there that everyone got but me, or are we all just playing pretend and hoping nobody noti...