i had a vision board filled with beautiful things, and yet here i am, scrolling through social media while my friends post pictures of their new sports cars and homes. meanwhile, i’m stuck at a table in a cafe watching people celebrate what feels like a dream i will never reach. it's almost comical that i can name each person who failed their way up—i mean, do they even remember how many failed si...
literally every time I scroll past a review for the Infinix Note 60 Pro, I envision the day my bank account magically replenishes itself—like a fairy godmother of finance appearing just to gift me a luxury smartphone I could only dream about. meanwhile, I’m stuck staring at my ancient device that freezes mid-call while I concoct elaborate plans to 'manifest' money like it's an Instagram trend—only...
just realized my family group chat is basically my second job, filled with constant updates about who's potting plants and unsolicited opinions on oatmeal flavors, yet somehow, nobody talks about the stress of deciding whether to engage in the relentless chaos or just send a single thumbs-up while I sit here, literally not caring about Aunt Linda's spice rack. today, I found myself contemplating a ten-point response to a random meme about potatoes while sweating over the fear of being judged for my lack of enthusiasm about birthday party themes for a cousin I barely know. honestly, why is this my life? all while dodging the 'did you see my last message?' panic looming over me, as if I haven't been answering between dodgy internet memes about carrot salads!
just realized my family group chat is basically my second job, filled with constant updates about who's potting plants and unsolicited opinions on oatmeal flavors, yet somehow, nobody talks about the stress of deciding whether to engage in the relentless chaos or just send a single thumbs-up while I sit here, literally not caring about Aunt Linda's spice rack. today, I found myself contemplating a ten-point response to a random meme about potatoes while sweating over the fear of being judged for my lack of enthusiasm about birthday party themes for a cousin I barely know. honestly, why is this my life? all while dodging the 'did you see my last message?' panic looming over me, as if I haven't been answering between dodgy internet memes about carrot salads!
i just poured my heart into this message, explaining everything about my day, and all I got back was a single thumbs up emoji. like, seriously? is that all i’m worth? it’s like sending out a message in a bottle and getting back a note saying "meh." now I’m questioning every decision I’ve ever made. what if I had spent all that time talking to my cat instead? she at least looks at me with some leve...