looking in the mirror feels like a game of peek-a-boo with my future. there’s me, barely scraping by, while friends pull up in shiny cars with 'just moved in' signs in front of their perfect homes. like, do they realize the mortgage is only as real as my hopes of having a full fridge? matt taylor's super bowl moment? honestly, i'm just trying to get to the big leagues of adulthood where my fridge ...
day 32 of pretending everything is okay. my phone keeps buzzing with those lottery results, but deep down, i know those numbers won't change my reality. while everyone else dreams about their "big win," i'm just hoping my bank balance doesn't dip below zero this month. at least i’m getting really good at faking smiles and saying, "oh, things are great," while inside i feel like a jigsaw puzzle mis...
day 47 of pretending i don’t care about that promotion—my boss told me “we value your contributions,” but i just overheard him laughing with the guy who got it, comparing fishing rods like that’s a REAL accomplishment. honestly, part of me hopes he gets stranded on some lake without a paddle.
day 47 of pretending i don’t care about that promotion—my boss told me “we value your contributions,” but i just overheard him laughing with the guy who got it, comparing fishing rods like that’s a REAL accomplishment. honestly, part of me hopes he gets stranded on some lake without a paddle.
not gonna lie, yaar, every time aunty asks about my marriage at functions, I smile through the pain—because I don’t even have health insurance. hundreds of contacts in my phone, but when I feel low, I have no one to call. it's like I'm in this bizarre game of adult life—watching friends turn into strangers, while I drown in the noise of expectations. oh, and as for the latest Villarreal vs Espanyo...