...and then there’s Aunt Carol, asking me if I’ve finally found a decent job—while she compares me to my cousin who’s making six figures at twenty-five. Like, do we need to keep dragging that up every year? Meanwhile, my parents nod along—genuinely confused why my career hasn’t taken off. It’s like I’m the family’s pet project—everyone rooting for me—except nobody actually gets the weight of that ...
you know, I saw that story about Jalen Johnson declaring he wants real competition in the dunk contest, and it hit me—just the other week, I bought a 'must-have' gadget that literally sits in a drawer, but hey, it was on sale. meanwhile, I'm avoiding the eviction notice I can practically smell, acting like I'm still rolling in it while my phone has a dozen texts begging for my attention from lende...
do you ever look at your wardrobe and realize it's like a museum of your past? i’ve got shoes that scream ‘fashionista’ but inside, i’m just a walking unpaid bill. people see me in trendy outfits and think i’m living large, but the truth is, my bank account's doing the limbo under the zero line while i try to avoid eye contact with collection calls. it's wild how you can look like you’re thriving on the outside while secretly dodging reality like it’s an ex at a bar. #pretendingsuccess #livingthelie
do you ever look at your wardrobe and realize it's like a museum of your past? i’ve got shoes that scream ‘fashionista’ but inside, i’m just a walking unpaid bill. people see me in trendy outfits and think i’m living large, but the truth is, my bank account's doing the limbo under the zero line while i try to avoid eye contact with collection calls. it's wild how you can look like you’re thriving on the outside while secretly dodging reality like it’s an ex at a bar. #pretendingsuccess #livingthelie
day 47 of pretending i’m okay. saw that maya hawke got married and everyone seems happy for her. but inside, i’m just reminded of all the expectations people have of me, like i should be making life-altering decisions too—like marriage or buying a house—when really, i can barely handle my student loans. they don’t see me scrolling through wedding photos, feeling a pang in my chest like a betrayal ...