the way that I spent all this time pointing fingers, trying to figure out why everything feels so wrong, and it’s like—oh my god—maybe it’s me. like, the red flags I ignored weren’t theirs but mine, right? and I thought I was being so clever, playing my little games, but honestly? it just kept making me feel emptier, more lonely—how did I not see that I was the storm in the glass of water the whol...
it's not that i want to become a professional speed painter, it's just that when i showed my latest artwork to a friend and realized they saw more of my messy thoughts than actual talent, i freaked out. suddenly, this hobby that felt safe became a raw exposure of my most tangled emotions. my brushes felt like they were dipped in secrets instead of paint, and now i worry they’ll see me as the girl ...
honestly, every family gathering feels like a job interview where i’m the only one unqualified. i watch my cousins flaunt their perfect lives while i sit there, wondering if everyone is just too polite to tell me i’m the screw-up. sometimes i think they might be right. when i was a kid, my parents painted a perfect picture of what success looked like, and here i am, staring at my reflection, questioning if maybe they raised the wrong kid.
honestly, every family gathering feels like a job interview where i’m the only one unqualified. i watch my cousins flaunt their perfect lives while i sit there, wondering if everyone is just too polite to tell me i’m the screw-up. sometimes i think they might be right. when i was a kid, my parents painted a perfect picture of what success looked like, and here i am, staring at my reflection, questioning if maybe they raised the wrong kid.
so i was at the grocery store and grabbed a box of cereal because i thought, why not treat myself? then i remembered my budget isn’t a suggestion. it’s more like a hostage situation where i’m the unwilling participant. spent the next hour debating if two cans of soup are worth the risk of actually eating lunch this week. - the self-checkout line? that’s a silent film of despair and forced smiles a...