just saw that i’m out of storage on my phone, had to delete some old photos but it’s all that stuff i thought mattered, like last summer’s beach trip or the goofy selfies. kind of hit me that i was hanging onto things that don’t even bring joy anymore while worrying about finding a place that’ll let me actually live without cringing every month over rent.
sat in my tiny apartment watching my friends post about vacations and promotions while my salary barely covers rent and some bills – and somehow i qualify for food stamps despite working 40 hours a week, like how did this become normal when my whole life feels like a never-ending hustle just to survive?
saw my old school report card today and somehow it stung more than it should have, just a piece of paper but felt like a reminder of all the things i never lived up to. guess it just hit me that this life i’m in, with its bills and disappointments, is so far from the dreams i had back then.
saw my old school report card today and somehow it stung more than it should have, just a piece of paper but felt like a reminder of all the things i never lived up to. guess it just hit me that this life i’m in, with its bills and disappointments, is so far from the dreams i had back then.
so i spent the last half hour trying to find the remote that i just had, you know, the one sitting on my desk, and instead stumbled upon an expired jar of pickles hidden in the back of the pantry. it was like a mini archaeological dig and now i have to question my entire existence over lunch, like did i really think pickles could just survive on faith alone.