it's not that... it's just hard watching someone like vinícius júnior shine while i'm stuck feeling invisible, like i'm playing the background music for someone else's epic. my parents said they were just disappointed. like that one line isn't a dagger, cutting deeper every time i think of my own choices, my own failures—what if i could've done something different? i don’t want to hate him for his...
no because the way that news hit me, I literally remembered I promised my neighbor I would help them paint their fence, like, three weeks ago. now I have to awkwardly show up and pretend I care, while all I want to do is binge the latest reality show like it's a form of therapy. should probably just turn into a fence painter for life at this point, but instead, I’ll probably just hide behind my bl...
just realized that every time i pretend to love this trendy little cafe, it’s really just a hiding spot. you know, where i scroll and sip overpriced coffee while balancing a mountain of bills in my mind. the truth is, my heart races every time the cashier asks for my card because i can feel my stomach dropping. i chuckle, hoping nobody sees me in that desperate panic, trying to keep up with a life no one else knows is on borrowed time. i laugh it off when they compliment my “lifestyle,” but the truth is, i’m living a reality that feels more like a joke i can’t escape.
just realized that every time i pretend to love this trendy little cafe, it’s really just a hiding spot. you know, where i scroll and sip overpriced coffee while balancing a mountain of bills in my mind. the truth is, my heart races every time the cashier asks for my card because i can feel my stomach dropping. i chuckle, hoping nobody sees me in that desperate panic, trying to keep up with a life no one else knows is on borrowed time. i laugh it off when they compliment my “lifestyle,” but the truth is, i’m living a reality that feels more like a joke i can’t escape.
honestly, i once imagined a world where my life would be as easy as a self-help book promised. literally, i wake up each day in the same clothes because i believe that *today* is the day someone will drop a stack of cash in my lap. i live in this dream state, fueled by the thrill of a scratch-off lottery ticket. so here i am, crafting my vision board while ignoring the debts piling up behind me li...