it's not that i'm not doing well; it's just that at family gatherings, when everyone brings up my cousin's success, i feel like a walking disaster. literally, it’s like they’re peeling back the layers of my life in real time, while i can barely keep it together on my couch. i mean, they have no idea that i'm up all night googling symptoms for anxiety and contemplating if living up to their expecta...
ok but do you ever feel like you’re literally one bad day away from diving into a dumpster and calling it home? like, people think I’m doing fine because I wear nice clothes and smile a lot, but honestly, I’m just really good at hiding the fact that I’ve got bills stacked higher than my actual paychecks. so here I am, nodding along at brunch while internally calculating how many more frozen dinner...
i woke up this morning and scrolled through my old photos, realizing that every good memory now feels like a wound. all those laughs, all those moments where i thought we could conquer the world together, and now i just scroll aimlessly, watching everyone couple up. part of me thinks maybe i built my whole identity around someone else, but the other part wonders if it’s just me—me who's broken, me who's not enough. and i still can't shake the thought: what if it was always me?
i woke up this morning and scrolled through my old photos, realizing that every good memory now feels like a wound. all those laughs, all those moments where i thought we could conquer the world together, and now i just scroll aimlessly, watching everyone couple up. part of me thinks maybe i built my whole identity around someone else, but the other part wonders if it’s just me—me who's broken, me who's not enough. and i still can't shake the thought: what if it was always me?
this news about Netanyahu and Iran makes me realize how fragile trust can be—like the way my best friend revealed my secret when I thought we were on the same side. now I'm stuck watching the fallout, feeling like I’m navigating landmines in a war zone where everyone claims to be allies. maybe that’s why I hate small talk at work so much; it's just everyone pretending we're fine when everything’s ...