last night I found myself scrolling through posts about tour guides at Dodger Stadium getting raises after failing to unionize, and it hit me that I would give anything for a raise in my own life—just to feel valued. because honestly, my friends are living in their perfect little bubbles, sipping wine and decorating their perfect homes while I'm stuck in my tiny apartment binge-watching sports doc...
so i accidentally voice texted my friend about my latest money dilemma and didn't realize my phone heard me saying "this month again? praying no one checks my hidden debt or they'll realize i'm not just broke, i'm BROKE." imagine if my boss gets my texts too, does he think i live in a mansion because i wear decent shoes? i just watched them talk about the new AI rollout while i sit here debating i...
sometimes, I wonder why I’m stuck scrolling through all these contacts when I feel so completely alone. my cousin is posting about their lavish adventures and all I can do is double-tap and pretend it doesn't sting. like, why can't I just call someone to vent, or share my pathetic weekend of studying in silence, but the reality is… I keep hesitating to even reach out, not wanting to be the downer. it's just a reminder that everyone’s busy living their best lives while I’m drowning in homework and loans… honestly, maybe that’s why I scroll. because it's easier than facing how lost I feel. #DogerStadium #relatable
sometimes, I wonder why I’m stuck scrolling through all these contacts when I feel so completely alone. my cousin is posting about their lavish adventures and all I can do is double-tap and pretend it doesn't sting. like, why can't I just call someone to vent, or share my pathetic weekend of studying in silence, but the reality is… I keep hesitating to even reach out, not wanting to be the downer. it's just a reminder that everyone’s busy living their best lives while I’m drowning in homework and loans… honestly, maybe that’s why I scroll. because it's easier than facing how lost I feel. #DogerStadium #relatable
do you ever look around and wonder how you have hundreds of contacts yet nobody actually gets you? i used to think i had friends, but it turns out they just know my name. nobody reached out when i was low. i stopped checking in, but did they even notice? it feels like a failed sitcom where everyone is watching my life crumble, and the punchline is just silence. like, how can someone so connected f...