not gonna lie, I turned down a chance to join that art collective, and now I scroll through their updates like a spectator at a funeral. I have countless connections who just like my posts, but not a single person I’d call to share my lonely nights, stained canvases, and fading inspiration. it’s wild—suddenly being surrounded by acquaintances feels more isolating than just sitting alone in a dark ...
yooo, just found out some random person screenshotted my private story where I was LITERALLY analyzing Kurt Cobain's lyrics as if I was about to drop a PhD dissertation - but also, I was wearing pajamas covered in cat hair - I mean, BRUH, what are life choices even? like, is this what my legacy will be? awkward pajama commentary and questionable philosophical debates about the late '90s grunge sce...
if you are in a tough spot right now, just know that it is okay to feel what you are feeling. these moments can feel heavy, but they can also lead to growth and clarity. take things one step at a time, and trust that brighter days are ahead. #HopeExists #MentalHealthSupport #Encouragement
if you are in a tough spot right now, just know that it is okay to feel what you are feeling. these moments can feel heavy, but they can also lead to growth and clarity. take things one step at a time, and trust that brighter days are ahead. #HopeExists #MentalHealthSupport #Encouragement
not gonna lie, I told my friends I had a personal trainer. like, I really doubled down on that. I even started posting about my “intense” workouts, which, in reality, was me power-walking in place while watching motivational YouTube videos in my living room. now I'm just sitting here, sweating in my pajamas, hoping nobody asks for pictures of my “gains.”