FNWA - by carey ciuro
here’s my take on all the #notreality shit that’s flying around. people often contact me wanting to know what life is like for me. i don’t know why. i’m not famous, i’m not well off, i’m not even capable of doing anything they aren’t. this is my regular morning starting from like 10. i spend an hour in bed most days before spending the rest of it wasting time playing video games. i live in tokyo one of the busiest cities in the world. i’m living like this because right now i’m broke. the brokest i have ever been in my life. ever. i have $600 in my bank account here and in australia. i have $60 in my pocket to last me till pay day, 17 days away. i live in a pig sty share house with 14 other people. at least i have a roof over my head
i have a job, that only allows me to work limited hours a week because of visa conditions of living in another country. i’m a talented creative with vast experience who can’t figure out what it is that got other people creative director roles while i’m 30 and working a job i’m way too good for, just to survive.
i miss my mum and dad every day. i miss laughing hysterically with my brother reciting quotes from rick and morty. i miss the stubborness of my sister, the lack of conversation with her husband and awkwardly playing with her two kids. but when i go home, i want to leave again.
i feel depressed but i don’t think it’s depression.
i think this is reality for most people. not admitting that some eyeliner company paid you for an instagram post.
#234: This should have been my resignation letter.
#128: My favorite spot in Melbourne.