not gonna lie, i threw out all my mismatched socks just so i could look like a functional adult. now i have a drawer full of perfect pairs that i only wear when i pretend to have my life together. meanwhile, i scroll through the comments of random celebrities’ posts like they are my real friends, and it’s like, cool, they don’t know my favorite color either.
its not that i hate valentine's week. its just that i always end up planning a grand dinner for two... only to eat instant noodles alone in my apartment. and when the rose day arrives, my biggest concern is if my boss will give me a raise or if i will still be stuck juggling three part-time gigs while pretending to enjoy life. feeling like an unpaid intern for romance when my biggest relationship ...
not gonna lie, I’ve started doing these dramatic deep breathing exercises before grocery shopping. its wild how quickly anxiety kicks in over a cart of ramen and instant mac and cheese. lowkey, the self-checkout scanner feels like a confession booth where I’m silently hoping no one sees the total, like, ‘just don’t judge my choices.’ when I googled ‘how to eat when broke’ the other night, I never ...