i used to be a sculptor—hands covered in clay, visions in my mind. now, the only thing i carve out is my grocery budget. my friends think i’m thriving because i can throw a casual dinner party, but in reality, i’m turning my remaining pennies into confetti, hoping nobody notices i bought the wine on a buy-one-get-one deal. it’s like being the host of a lavish masquerade ball—everyone’s applauding ...
do you ever look back at your decisions and wonder what the hell was i thinking? i ghosted someone who really didn’t deserve it. it felt easier to vanish than to admit i just couldn't handle another breakup story in a world where couples are posting new adventures every day. turns out, it’s hard to find the energy to date when you’re too busy building a life around someone else. but here's the twi...
bruh, you ever find a random 20-dollar bill in your old jeans and feel like a rich person for three seconds? lmao. that’s my entire life—shuffling between paychecks like I’m dodging my ex at a party. my closet is practically a thrift store. but here’s the kicker—on my birthday, everyone thinks I’m throwing down on a fancy dinner. meanwhile, I’m silently debating if a ramen pack or a frozen pizza is gonna keep my heart full and my wallet slightly less empty. and honestly, the pizza won.
bruh, you ever find a random 20-dollar bill in your old jeans and feel like a rich person for three seconds? lmao. that’s my entire life—shuffling between paychecks like I’m dodging my ex at a party. my closet is practically a thrift store. but here’s the kicker—on my birthday, everyone thinks I’m throwing down on a fancy dinner. meanwhile, I’m silently debating if a ramen pack or a frozen pizza is gonna keep my heart full and my wallet slightly less empty. and honestly, the pizza won.
ever have one of those days where you think you're a functional adult and then realize your entire self-image is built on a cringeworthy Google search history? like, I thought I was being practical looking up "how to lower prescription costs" while wearing pajamas at 3 PM — but now there's a new site called TrumpRx and suddenly my entire life feels like a joke where the punchline is me needing med...