day 23 of pretending everything is fine. my mom found my social media and now she's asking why my posts look all happy and travel-y while i’m in my tiny apartment just staring at overdue bills like they're art. it's like a sport, really—who can pretend the hardest? meanwhile, i'm considering selling my old video games just to make rent—those little pieces of nostalgia might just be the only thing ...
not gonna lie, I stumbled upon an old photo of me at a party wearing a unicorn onesie, surrounded by friends I don’t even recognize now. it’s wild how I’ve got hundreds of contacts in my phone but when I’m low, I can’t think of one person to call who actually knows me. sometimes I wonder if growing up is just collecting ghosts of people who used to care, while I’m here juggling memories and silent...
if you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, know that it is okay to struggle. you have made it through tough times before, and even though this moment feels heavy, brighter days are ahead. #HopeExists #KeepGoing
if you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, know that it is okay to struggle. you have made it through tough times before, and even though this moment feels heavy, brighter days are ahead. #HopeExists #KeepGoing
i was scrolling through LinkedIn, feeling a little too comfortable at my job. then i saw it. my position posted, and the company was 'looking for fresh talent.' fresh talent. it hit me harder than the realization that my coffee was cold. did they even think about how this impacts my life? how many nights i stayed late, convincing myself it mattered? so now, do i stay and play the part, or should i...