day 47 of watching everyone fall in love. I noticed the way they laugh—like they hold the universe in their palms. I keep forgetting who I am without him—like a half-remembered song stuck on repeat. I used to think solitude was empowering—but now, it feels like a quiet prison, each echo reminding me of who I lost. I wonder if he even remembers the small things—like how I used to save his favorite ...
wait. i just saw the gold prices crash and i was like, maybe that’s my sign that life is about to get REAL good, you know? like, when my last relationship fell apart, i poured everything into that person, all my hopes, dreams, even the little 'just in case' savings i kept hidden, and now, here i am, feeling like the last investment in love has just plummeted too. is there an emotional gold rush on...
the moment i heard about the water shortage on the news, my mind spiraled. i mean, everyone acts like life is all roses and money trees, but i just spent the last week dodging calls from the utility company because i can’t even afford to fill up my bathtub for a nice soak, let alone worry about pipes breaking. so now i’m left wondering if my kitchen tap will run dry too, all while people think i’m living the dream, sipping cocktails. i guess that’s the real life hack, right? fake it till you make it… or just fake it till your tap runs dry. # #hiddenstruggles
the moment i heard about the water shortage on the news, my mind spiraled. i mean, everyone acts like life is all roses and money trees, but i just spent the last week dodging calls from the utility company because i can’t even afford to fill up my bathtub for a nice soak, let alone worry about pipes breaking. so now i’m left wondering if my kitchen tap will run dry too, all while people think i’m living the dream, sipping cocktails. i guess that’s the real life hack, right? fake it till you make it… or just fake it till your tap runs dry. # #hiddenstruggles
last night i realized i have been doing this weird thing with my cooking skills. i watch these fancy cooking shows and then grab the most random stuff in my pantry to "create." my friends think i'm a gourmet chef when really, i just make a mean pasta out of expired spaghetti and a can of tomatoes. i'm basically playing restaurant in my own kitchen, hiding my sad reality behind an apron and a sprin...