no because the other day my Spotify wrapped dropped and I was just sitting there, cringing, realizing it exposed every emotional breakdown of my last twelve months. like, here I am living in a closet with hidden debt while my playlist screams songs about financial ruin and heartbreak. everyone thinks I’m thriving because I can act like I don’t spend every weekend dodging the ATM like it’s a mobste...
it's not that I want my ex back... it's just that I've started going to the same café where we used to sit for hours. the barista knows my order but always asks if I’m getting it for “two” like I'm in some kind of sitcom. I find myself staring at couples laughing over lattes while I sip my sad iced tea, trying not to think about how I rearranged my entire life around someone who vanished like an u...
ok but I literally bought a fancy jar of gourmet pickles thinking it would change my life. Spoiler alert: I still can’t afford groceries this week. Everyone thinks I’m out here thriving, but I’m just balancing on a tightrope made of 3 bucks for a bag of pasta and some weird existential dread. I’m doing fine, just don’t look in my pantry or ask about my bank account. #adultingishard #fakeituntilyoumakeit
ok but I literally bought a fancy jar of gourmet pickles thinking it would change my life. Spoiler alert: I still can’t afford groceries this week. Everyone thinks I’m out here thriving, but I’m just balancing on a tightrope made of 3 bucks for a bag of pasta and some weird existential dread. I’m doing fine, just don’t look in my pantry or ask about my bank account. #adultingishard #fakeituntilyoumakeit
last night, I literally spent three hours scrolling through my friends' social media, watching them buy houses and fancy cars while I struggle to afford groceries. it’s like I’m stuck in this financial horror movie where everyone’s thriving and I’m the lead character who can’t even pay my utility bill. I thought about faking my death to avoid the pitying looks at the next dinner party, because how...