wait. i just read that medical AI can get fooled by misinformation. reminds me of that family reunion when my aunt tried to correct my diet, and honestly, i ended up Googling everything later, questioning if she was right or if i had just been emotionally manipulated. sometimes it feels like the pressure of knowing everyone is waiting for me to "figure it out" is just a bunch of random facts that ...
day 47 of me waiting for my family to ask me something other than when I’m getting married—like, maybe how I’m holding it together while they compare my four jobs to my cousin’s single six-figure income, and honestly, if the universe could manifest just ONE family gathering where I’m not dissected like a science project, I’d throw a parade in my honor—like what even is this expectation to excel at life while they casually ignore my existential dread over green bean casserole recipes?
day 47 of me waiting for my family to ask me something other than when I’m getting married—like, maybe how I’m holding it together while they compare my four jobs to my cousin’s single six-figure income, and honestly, if the universe could manifest just ONE family gathering where I’m not dissected like a science project, I’d throw a parade in my honor—like what even is this expectation to excel at life while they casually ignore my existential dread over green bean casserole recipes?
day 15 of pretending to be fine, and i just discovered that frozen pizza can be eaten three days past its expiration date. i eat it while scrolling through influencer lives that boast perfect lives. they flaunt vacations i can't afford, while i'm here scrounging for spare change under the couch cushions. secretly, my most ambitious dream is to just *not* feel like a walking debt notification, yet ...