just checked my account and realized i can't even afford a new pair of shoes that don't have holes— my sibling's next rehab is going to cost as much as my rent and my parents keep saying it will all be fine, but i can’t even buy basic stuff without freaking out.
i thought that follow-up with the doctor was going to be a total disaster, like i was bracing for bad news but then it turned out fine, and now i am just sitting here in disbelief that i can actually breathe a little easier, even had time to make coffee and just relax instead of stressing. i guess i got so wrapped up in the fear of it all that it never occurred to me it might not be terrible...
so i once decided to try cooking a fancy dinner for friends but i accidentally mixed up salt and sugar. when i served them the “dessert” they just stared in horror while i kept saying how i finally mastered a “sweet” version of spaghetti — took me way too long to realize why they were all looking at me like i was insane.