I thought we'd have some furniture in our apartment by now.

L
O
L
:')

Full disclosure: there's much more important things in life than having material things.

But I was so full of hope and ambition moving in here that we'd get a couch and a small spot to eat meals at that isn't our desks.

I'd love to have a welcoming warm apartment, and not something where all of our s*** is in clear plastic containers all over the house.

Somewhere along the line, everything got screwed up.

Everything is so far out of reach considering the amount of debt I have rn and tax season coming up. Rent. Bills.

I just wanna go to sleep till my life isn't in shambles financially. Lol.

I feel like doomed to follow my dad's footsteps of never really furnishing a place and just have crates holding up the TV lol

I have a lot to be grateful for, btw. I just feel I'm allowed to be sad for missing goals. Lol. No one is required to care about these tweets.