last night, i realized every family gathering feels like an interrogation. my siblings flaunt their accomplishments while my parents glance at me, hoping i might pull something—anything—out of my hat. meanwhile, outside, the weather is preparing to snow, mirroring how i feel inside; cold and stuck, waiting for someone to notice i'm not quite okay. if only the 'Beast from the East' was less about s...
day 62 of pouring my heart into a job that thinks my ideas are 'too ambitious'—while watching Iğdır lose their big match, I found myself on the floor of my office at 3am, tripping over spreadsheets that should have been my launching pad but instead feel like chains, and maybe this was a metaphor? i mean, do we all put our trust in teams that betray us for the sake of mediocrity, or is it just me i...
I have a friend who thinks I make it rain just because I wore a nice jacket once. But behind closed doors, I sometimes eat cereal for dinner, using old milk I hope is still okay, just so I can keep that avocado toast aesthetic going. How many people think I'm doing fine, while I sit here praying that the laundry lasts another week without turning into a wardrobe malfunction? I lie awake wondering if everyone feels as heavy as my credit card bill does, or if I’m just… well, if I’m just not as good at this whole 'life' thing as I thought I would be.
I have a friend who thinks I make it rain just because I wore a nice jacket once. But behind closed doors, I sometimes eat cereal for dinner, using old milk I hope is still okay, just so I can keep that avocado toast aesthetic going. How many people think I'm doing fine, while I sit here praying that the laundry lasts another week without turning into a wardrobe malfunction? I lie awake wondering if everyone feels as heavy as my credit card bill does, or if I’m just… well, if I’m just not as good at this whole 'life' thing as I thought I would be.
have you ever accidentally shared way too much during a small talk moment? i thought it was casual, so i casually mentioned how i wear my dead grandma’s old perfume as a "comfort blanket." next thing you know, i’m spiraling, confessing i’ll never throw out her hairbrush because it smells like “family” and what if it’s somehow connected to my essence? now i'm convinced everyone thinks i’m one trip ...