watching my friends hit milestones like getting promoted or buying their first homes feels like an endless loop of "what if" — meanwhile, i am couch surfing with a phone full of gig apps that barely scrape by, feeling invisible and stuck in this limbo where my dreams seem like a cruel joke. i scroll through my feed and see everyone living, while i count the hours till i can run errands and avoid t...
just sat here scrolling through old photos of my friends getting promoted, moving into nicer places, and i am still in this cramped one-bedroom with peeling paint and that weird smell that won't go away. even the plants on my windowsill seem to thrive more than i do and i just feel so stuck, you know?
spent the whole afternoon organizing my spice rack and feeling strangely accomplished until I realized it was just a distraction from how completely empty everything else feels, like even the bay leaves seemed more comforting than the silence
spent the whole afternoon organizing my spice rack and feeling strangely accomplished until I realized it was just a distraction from how completely empty everything else feels, like even the bay leaves seemed more comforting than the silence
warren jeffs is a monster rotting in prison while his cult continues to wreak havoc; christine marie needs a medal for taking down samuel bateman — she’s shining a light on the filth these creeps try to hide!