sometimes, i find myself collecting empty jars just to feel like i have something tangible, something of value, while inside, my bank account is screaming for mercy. people assume i’m out here thriving because i post a cute dinner every now and then, but really, i just know how to stretch leftovers like a magician with too many credit cards.
yooo, I just saw the trailer for that new game “pragmata.” here I am scrolling on my couch, avoiding my responsibilities, wondering if I should start saving for some massive future crisis I can’t even name. meanwhile, the new hire I trained has a salary that probably funds their whole "just casually traveling to a different dimension" vibe. I'm still deciding if I should let the “pay my bills on ...
yooo, I spent my entire Saturday learning how to bake sourdough bread, just to realize I have no one to share it with. I made enough for a small army, but here I am, slicing through a crusty loaf while my phone stays silent. it’s wild how I can have a million names in my contact list, yet nobody who gets me—like I’m just a stranger to the world. I thought this would fill the emptiness, but instead, it just highlighted how alone I really feel.
yooo, I spent my entire Saturday learning how to bake sourdough bread, just to realize I have no one to share it with. I made enough for a small army, but here I am, slicing through a crusty loaf while my phone stays silent. it’s wild how I can have a million names in my contact list, yet nobody who gets me—like I’m just a stranger to the world. I thought this would fill the emptiness, but instead, it just highlighted how alone I really feel.
not gonna lie, every time I scroll through videos of people flawlessly creating art, I feel like I’m watching a world I desperately want to be part of but can’t break into, like my hands just won't translate the chaos in my head to the canvas. while my friends are posting their new exhibits and getting praised, I sit here surrounded by half-finished projects and unmade ideas, drowning in a sea of ...