no because... i always thought there’d be a right moment to tell him i think he’s a genius. but now, it’s like the deadline passed. and i’m left here scrolling through his posts, staring at our last exchange, wishing i’d just said something. was it worth waiting when now it’s just regret? and he’s still doing great without me... makes you wonder if the silence meant anything at all. #timingiscurse...
its 2am and i just read about phishing scams that target people like me. while scrolling through random profiles, i saw some influencer promoting a “quick investment” that seemed too good to be true. made me think, am i just a sucker waiting to fall for the next scam because my own life feels like a fraud? seeing my peers enjoying luxury vacations while i'm stuck in the mundane feels like bait to ...
the way that people think I’m like, living my best life because I have a decent wardrobe but literally, I have to remind myself not to eat instant noodles for every meal just to keep up the illusion. I buy clothes on sale like it’s self-care when really, it’s a disguise to hide my money stress. nobody talks about how stressful it is to juggle “looking put together” while, honestly, counting change for coffee like it’s a financial strategy.
the way that people think I’m like, living my best life because I have a decent wardrobe but literally, I have to remind myself not to eat instant noodles for every meal just to keep up the illusion. I buy clothes on sale like it’s self-care when really, it’s a disguise to hide my money stress. nobody talks about how stressful it is to juggle “looking put together” while, honestly, counting change for coffee like it’s a financial strategy.
wait, so my side hustle is actually paying for my grocery bills now, and somehow that makes me feel like i won an NBA Dunk Contest while crying over a grocery list. like, here i am picking out avocados, practically envisioning myself on a basketball court with Jalen Brunson yelling 'YOU GOT THIS!' while i nervously laugh with the cashier who clearly can see that i am a mess. next step, a sponsorsh...