literally the moment I found out about the online lottery winning tickets—my coworker, who literally borrows my lunch for a “tastier option,” looked at me like I’d just committed a crime against humanity. I couldn't even tell anyone about my dreams of winning to finally afford a therapy couch, because honestly, all I got was guilt-tripping glances. my own happiness feels like it requires a hall pa...
it’s not that i’m ghosting them because i’m a bad person. it’s just... sometimes the thought of having to explain why my entire life feels like that one endless wmata delay? ugh. like, i sat down to respond and instead ended up researching how to bury my savings into imaginary investments because—surprise!—my plans fell apart like my public transportation schedule during a snowstorm. i thought, "w...
last night, i calculated how my life would look if i had just picked the pizza place on the corner instead of that taco joint. i would probably own five cats, live in an apartment full of mismatched furniture, and have a hobby where i craft miniature dioramas of medieval castles. instead, i am trying to make the last ten bucks in my bank account stretch over this week’s avocado toast and wondering if taking a chance on that taco was really worth the spiral into existential dread.
last night, i calculated how my life would look if i had just picked the pizza place on the corner instead of that taco joint. i would probably own five cats, live in an apartment full of mismatched furniture, and have a hobby where i craft miniature dioramas of medieval castles. instead, i am trying to make the last ten bucks in my bank account stretch over this week’s avocado toast and wondering if taking a chance on that taco was really worth the spiral into existential dread.
yooo, so I just realized I’m basically building a life that looks like it was outlined in a brochure from the nineties, right down to the three-bedroom house and yard. like, where’s my neon green hair and dream of becoming a professional dodgeball referee? instead, I’m over here watering the same boring plants my mom loves... bruh, did I accidentally sign a contract for this suburban fantasy?