so there was this time at a family gathering and i got a bit tipsy and thought it was a good idea to tell my aunt about my elaborate conspiracy theory on why all the lawn flamingos were actually watching us, and she just stared at me like i had lost my mind but i kept going and i think i ruined the potato salad.
sitting here staring at my bank account like how am i going to pay rent this month. everything feels like it just keeps piling up, even that stupid water bill i didn’t think about until it showed up, guess that means no groceries again.
sitting in my tiny apartment, watching my neighbors throw parties like they have all the freedom in the world while i struggle to pay rent and keep my head down is just... exhausting. the constant hustle to blend in while feeling so out of place and invisible is so suffocating, like a never-ending mask that i can't take off, you know?
sitting in my tiny apartment, watching my neighbors throw parties like they have all the freedom in the world while i struggle to pay rent and keep my head down is just... exhausting. the constant hustle to blend in while feeling so out of place and invisible is so suffocating, like a never-ending mask that i can't take off, you know?
just checked my bank account and honestly it's like every month gets worse, rent is due soon and i still owe for the last electric bill, really thought i could buy my kid that toy they keep asking for but now i feel sick because how do you explain to a child that you literally can't afford a twenty dollar gift when their world is already so hard, like what are you even supposed to say.