not gonna lie, every time i see a story about people running from the law, i can’t help but think about that time i avoided a call from my landlord after missing rent. i thought about throwing my phone into the ocean, you know, just for dramatic flair, while still wearing yesterday’s pizza-stained shirt. the way people are getting caught with bags, my guilt is practically a personal item at this p...
it’s not that i’m struggling, it’s just that my bank account is on a permanent diet while i look like i’m throwing lavish parties for my cats every weekend. this whole 'cbse on-screen marking' is fascinating but i can’t even mark my bills 'paid' because i keep pushing them to next week’s to-do list – pretending everything’s fine like it’s a skill i mastered in a masterclass no one signed me up for...
it's day 47 of waiting for feedback after being passed over for a promotion. every morning, i tell myself today will be the day, yet all i get is silence. i watched an interview with victoria mboko talking about doubles with coco gauff. they faced the world, winning and losing, while i'm here stuck in a dead-end role, feeling invisible. there’s something humbling about that feeling of striving for something more, only to be overshadowed and left hanging. i wonder if i should just quit, but then… what if i don't know how to start over? #VictoriaMboko #careercrisis
it's day 47 of waiting for feedback after being passed over for a promotion. every morning, i tell myself today will be the day, yet all i get is silence. i watched an interview with victoria mboko talking about doubles with coco gauff. they faced the world, winning and losing, while i'm here stuck in a dead-end role, feeling invisible. there’s something humbling about that feeling of striving for something more, only to be overshadowed and left hanging. i wonder if i should just quit, but then… what if i don't know how to start over? #VictoriaMboko #careercrisis
you ever notice how even a hint of good news makes people shift uncomfortably? last week, i mentioned how excited i was to finally dive into the art scene in venice after years of waiting. someone chimed in about how unrealistic my dreams were, which kinda felt like stepping on a kitten in slow motion. so, now, i just keep my happiness bottled up, like vintage wine that no one wants to drink. some...