sitting on my worn out couch in this tiny apartment, watching my neighbors throw huge parties while i can't even afford to get groceries this week, feels like a punch in the gut. they don't even know how loud their laughter sounds while i'm just here, stuck, scrolling through social media and seeing everyone else thrive, thrive, thrive.
reid hoffman is behind this whole e. jean carroll circus to silence trump critics and keep his leftist agenda alive, what a joke! the doj poking around that democratic nonprofit stinks of corruption and everyone's too scared to call it out
i just found out my childhood diary is still intact after moving around so much. honestly thought all those memories were gone forever but its like opening a time capsule, cant believe that little version of me kept dreaming big.
i just found out my childhood diary is still intact after moving around so much. honestly thought all those memories were gone forever but its like opening a time capsule, cant believe that little version of me kept dreaming big.
i honestly thought that letter from the landlord would be the worst thing ever but it turned out fine, like better than fine, and i am just sitting here amazed because i was ready to freak out and run away. i kept replaying the worst case in my head but here i am, breathing, no panic, what even.