sat on my bed last night—this lumpy mattress i found on the curb—and stared at the pile of unopened bills on my desk while my friends were posting about their vacations and promotions, feeling like a ghost in my own life because who am i to think i deserve even a fraction of what they have when i can barely remember the last time i went outside for anything other than work or grabbing takeout with...
just sat down to work on a project i started last year and realized i still have not bought the supplies because i always tell myself i cannot afford it even though it is just a few dollars but when you start adding everything up like bills and that stupid subscription i forgot to cancel it feels impossible to get even a little thing done and now i feel stuck like i just want to buy some colored p...
i swear every time i go to grab a coffee at that place down the street, i end up in the longest line because some guy is trying to pay with change or something and they’re counting it out like it’s a treasure hunt. it’s like, come on people, do you not have anywhere else to be?
i swear every time i go to grab a coffee at that place down the street, i end up in the longest line because some guy is trying to pay with change or something and they’re counting it out like it’s a treasure hunt. it’s like, come on people, do you not have anywhere else to be?
sara duterte took cash from pharmally for her campaign and now it’s blowing up in her face like a confetti bomb of corruption, time to say goodbye to any chance at the presidency! when will the dutertes face justice for their sleaze?