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welcome to my lil personal side blog. this will end up being my pinned post at some point and will look pretty but for now hi im oreo and just need a place to reblog things i love and a place to rant about life
well if this boy continues to ghost me, at least that will boost my weight loss
i am so tired of this version of life.
i work 40 hours a week. sometimes more. and somehow iโm still barely scraping by. my entire paycheck goes to rent, bills, groceries, gas just to survive. thereโs no cushion. no savings. no breathing room. just the constant cycle of waiting for the next direct deposit so i donโt drown.
and this is not the life i was promised.
i did what they said to do. go to college. get the degree. take on the debt because it would โpay off.โ work hard now so you can be stable later. that was the deal, right? except later is here and stability never showed up. instead itโs bills, interest, and the quiet panic of realizing the finish line keeps moving. but now with a job i don't like in a career field i stopped loving years ago... and the job market is so bad that the idea of looking for anything else is hell. at this rate i should just be happy i have a job, right?
what was the point of doing everything โrightโ if it still feels like this?
and what really messes with me? the guilt.
if i spend money on something that isnโt essential, which is rare, i feel like shit. like iโve done something irresponsible. like i shouldโve put it somewhere โmore productive.โ like joy is a luxury i havenโt earned. even a little treat feels like a mistake when youโre living paycheck to paycheck.
iโm exhausted that this is normal for people my age. exhausted that weโre told this is just โhow it is.โ that we should grind harder. budget better. stop buying coffee. as if the problem is a $6 drink and not an entire system that makes full-time work barely enough to survive.
and iโm sick of the narrative that gen z will โown nothing and be happy.โ no. we donโt want nothing. we want stability. we want homes. we want to save. we want to breathe without feeling like one unexpected expense will ruin everything.
i am tired of feeling behind in a race i never signed up for.
i am tired of working this hard and feeling like itโs never enough.
i am tired of life feeling like survival instead of living.
i am tired.