it's not that i care about what people think of my paycheck. it's just that the other day i caught my neighbor eyeing my front yard and smirking. he doesn’t know i can’t even afford to water the grass, right? meanwhile, i’m pretending to host these elaborate barbecues while secretly praying the bills don't show up until after the weekend. my life's a comedy, but i’m the only one not laughing. isn’...
day 47 of pretending to be okay—my boss just posted that perfect job promotion I’ll never get. everyone around me smiles, asking what my next step is, while I calculate how many years I can hide this growing mountain of debt. I look in the mirror and wonder if they’d believe I can even afford toothpaste. maybe I should just laugh and act like I’m thriving—like everyone else seems to think I am. #B...
I literally just discovered that I have an irrational fear of paper cuts and it’s like, how do I explain that to anyone without sounding insane? Like, they don’t know the struggle of grappling with an envelope like it’s a ticking time bomb. I can’t even fold a piece of paper without imagining my skin shredding into confetti, but somehow I’m the weirdo for not handling it like a normal human.
I literally just discovered that I have an irrational fear of paper cuts and it’s like, how do I explain that to anyone without sounding insane? Like, they don’t know the struggle of grappling with an envelope like it’s a ticking time bomb. I can’t even fold a piece of paper without imagining my skin shredding into confetti, but somehow I’m the weirdo for not handling it like a normal human.
not gonna lie, i caught that bayern game and felt a pang in my chest. my friends always make fun of me for my ‘messi or ronaldo’ debates, but honestly, the way life is going, it feels like i’m just trying to survive each month. i saw their glitz on the field and it reminded me of all those missed calls and text messages from friends i cut off. they don't get my hustle. right now, i’m just out here...