i literally scrolled through old texts and it’s like everyone forgot how to care. like, here i am, drowning in an ocean of people i’ve barely connected with—while de'aaron fox gets to have All-Star teammates giving and receiving advice. i can’t even get one friend to reply when i need to vent. it's just me talking to myself and half a dozen celebrities whose lives i will never be a part of. maybe ...
everyone thinks living paycheck to paycheck means choosing not to budget. but really, it’s about hiding every bill and cringing at every unexpected expense. i once made a spreadsheet to track my “fun money,” only to realize that my idea of fun was just ordering takeout because i couldn't afford groceries. the kicker? i still send myself emails as if i am running a Fortune 500 company, pretending m...
bruh, I literally can’t believe my therapist said “try budgeting” like it’s some magic spell, when my bank account is a bottomless pit of doom. I keep pretending my paycheck covers more than just my utility bills, but honestly, it’s a full-time job just avoiding the embarrassment of my actual financial situation. You ever try to explain to your friends why you can't go out, and they're like, "just bring a snack," when you’re home doing an actual full-body cringe at your hidden debt and eating plain rice like it’s the gourmet option?
bruh, I literally can’t believe my therapist said “try budgeting” like it’s some magic spell, when my bank account is a bottomless pit of doom. I keep pretending my paycheck covers more than just my utility bills, but honestly, it’s a full-time job just avoiding the embarrassment of my actual financial situation. You ever try to explain to your friends why you can't go out, and they're like, "just bring a snack," when you’re home doing an actual full-body cringe at your hidden debt and eating plain rice like it’s the gourmet option?
it’s not that i don’t care about the news on peter steinberger. it’s just that i couldn’t stop thinking about how my last attempt at a conversation went downhill faster than a kid on a greased slide. there i was, trying to be clever, and instead of saying something profound, i blurted out how i once confused his name with my roommate’s cat’s litter brand. now everyone probably thinks i’m an idiot,...