somewhere in the noise of "tammy abraham" and football highlights, i can't shake this weight of knowing i have hundreds of contacts but none who really see me. spent last weekend scrolling through wedding invites while just wishing i had someone to share a moment of honesty with. instead, it’s this echoing silence, sitting with my thoughts while others are starting families. nobody to call when th...
wait, they say February fifteenth is all about emotional balance and clarity. so there I was, mixing paint colors at three in the morning, trying to express a love I never had the guts to show. I panicked at the thought of letting someone in. I made an entire canvas scream in neon about the solitude that fills me, and all they got was a polite “thank you.” still not sure if I’m the artist or the e...
literally, have you ever realized how many people pretend to care about things that are utterly pointless? like, we gather around the office microwave, making small talk while inside, I’m screaming about that last paycheck being cut in half for 'budget cuts.' actually, do these people know the difference between my shiny desk mug and my hidden panic attack? the world thinks I'm thriving because I show up on time with my coffee, but no one talks about that monthly spreadsheet that reads more like a horror story than my actual life. is it too much to ask for someone to acknowledge the unfunny joke that is my work-life?
literally, have you ever realized how many people pretend to care about things that are utterly pointless? like, we gather around the office microwave, making small talk while inside, I’m screaming about that last paycheck being cut in half for 'budget cuts.' actually, do these people know the difference between my shiny desk mug and my hidden panic attack? the world thinks I'm thriving because I show up on time with my coffee, but no one talks about that monthly spreadsheet that reads more like a horror story than my actual life. is it too much to ask for someone to acknowledge the unfunny joke that is my work-life?
not gonna lie, scrolling through my contacts feels like flipping through a ghost town. so many names, but honestly, no one really gets me anymore. i sacrificed everything to come here, chasing some vague idea of success, but now it’s just me, alone on a random Tuesday. literally wondering if it was all worth it. it’s like, maybe my zodiac sign needs a new trajectory because this isolation is weigh...