literally just thought about how I’m scrambling to keep my head above water while watching people post about "انتر ميامي" and it’s like, great for them. meanwhile, I’m reusing tea bags and contemplating if my gaslight-ing brain can afford a weekend splurge — but I pretend everything’s fine when really I’m one unexpected bill away from disaster. if only I could make people see past the social media...
just realized the person I've been seeing was never actually single. like, i’ve been putting in all this work—emotionally investing, thinking he was this tortured soul needing saving, and he was just—hanging out with his ex under the radar. now i'm out here with a mini scrapbook of our cute memories while he's probably picking out pillows for their shared apartment. how do i even unpack that? gues...
so there I was, sitting in my living room, literally staring at my shelf of vintage board games, and I hear my mom’s voice echoing, “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.” I couldn’t help but think, do I even want her approval anymore? like, how did I end up thirty and spending more time organizing game pieces than pursuing anything remotely impressive? honestly, it's wild to feel more connection to a cardboard box of nostalgia than to the expectations of being an adult.
so there I was, sitting in my living room, literally staring at my shelf of vintage board games, and I hear my mom’s voice echoing, “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.” I couldn’t help but think, do I even want her approval anymore? like, how did I end up thirty and spending more time organizing game pieces than pursuing anything remotely impressive? honestly, it's wild to feel more connection to a cardboard box of nostalgia than to the expectations of being an adult.
not gonna lie, i just spent thirty minutes in a daydream where i finally tell my parents that their expectations feel like boulders strapped to my back, only to snap back to reality during a family gathering where my cousin, who's never faced a consequence, casually shares how they're "just living the dream" while i'm busy dodging the constant interrogations. funny how every time i see them, i can...