it's 3am and i'm scrolling through my feed, seeing all these posts about the economy and the deals flying around. yaar, matlab, it feels so disconnected from my life. i got hundreds of followers, but not a single person to talk to when i'm down. it’s like we’re all playing this perfect game on social media, but inside, i’m feeling like a total outsider in my own life. no one gets it. am i even her...
i saw the news about the playstation store selling classic games at a discount and suddenly felt a wave of panic. my life has turned into a never-ending loop of staring at prices, wishing i could afford a moment of escape. everyone thinks i'm doing fine because i smile and post cute selfies, but inside i'm dodging debt like it’s a contact sport. where are all those 'buy now, pay later' plans when ...
i scroll through social media and see everyone living their best lives, with beautiful kitchens and vacations that seem endless—while my biggest decision of the week is whether to splurge on cereal or keep eating plain toast, and honestly, i could probably add a third shelf to my imaginary pantry before actually having food in there—just to hold my vision board filled with places i’ll never go.
i scroll through social media and see everyone living their best lives, with beautiful kitchens and vacations that seem endless—while my biggest decision of the week is whether to splurge on cereal or keep eating plain toast, and honestly, i could probably add a third shelf to my imaginary pantry before actually having food in there—just to hold my vision board filled with places i’ll never go.
do you ever sit in a crowded room full of faces and realize none of them could tell you what you need to hear when everything feels heavy—like, the connections are there, but nobody sees the real you behind the small talk, and that void of knowing you’re so alone feels like a shadow that just won’t leave?