that calgary senior was sharing the most disgusting child exploitation content imaginable, total creep and should rot in hell for what he did
scrolled through all 347 contacts at 2am looking for someone to call and all i found was silence. why is it that i can get ghosted by friends and still have to pay my phone bill, like im some sort of walking tax write-off for people’s neglect?
woke up this morning to find my friend posting about their promotion and all i could think was how i’m still stuck in this tiny studio, eating instant noodles every night while pretending to cheer them on. sometimes it feels like everyone else is living in technicolor and im just in black and white, wishing i could stop feeling like a ghost in my own life.
woke up this morning to find my friend posting about their promotion and all i could think was how i’m still stuck in this tiny studio, eating instant noodles every night while pretending to cheer them on. sometimes it feels like everyone else is living in technicolor and im just in black and white, wishing i could stop feeling like a ghost in my own life.
sitting in my tiny apartment, watching friends buy houses and go on vacations while im here barely making rent, feels like a joke sometimes. last week my roommate celebrated his promotion with a fancy dinner, and i couldn't help thinking about how im still stuck in this dead-end job and hope i can just pay the electric bill.