yooo, my family group chat is like a constant low-budget reality show, but nobody told me I was the main character. bruh, last night they had a three-hour debate on whether pineapple belongs on pizza. like, three HOURS, while i’m over here Googling “how to dissolve family tension” because clearly, my *Google symptom checking* does NOT apply to emotional stress. now I’m pretty sure my only qualific...
it’s 2am and I’m scrolling through social media, watching everyone I know achieve these massive milestones. a friend just posted about getting the house she always wanted while I’m still at my tiny apartment wondering if I’ll have enough for lunch tomorrow. I keep telling myself that living this lie, that I’m happy for them, feels easier than admitting I’m just feeling more like a failure each day...
literally, every time I walk by the empty corner of my room where my guitar used to sit, I just giggle awkwardly. I thought picking up that thing would unlock my rock star destiny, but really, I just ended up googling how to replace broken strings instead of writing songs. now I make playlists called "The Road Not Taken" but honestly, they are just my sad shower singing. guess what? the irony is real: I still get nervous playing "Happy Birthday" to anyone because apparently, even my cake cutting skills aren’t up to par. so here I am, a failed guitarist with a playlist longer than my attention span.
literally, every time I walk by the empty corner of my room where my guitar used to sit, I just giggle awkwardly. I thought picking up that thing would unlock my rock star destiny, but really, I just ended up googling how to replace broken strings instead of writing songs. now I make playlists called "The Road Not Taken" but honestly, they are just my sad shower singing. guess what? the irony is real: I still get nervous playing "Happy Birthday" to anyone because apparently, even my cake cutting skills aren’t up to par. so here I am, a failed guitarist with a playlist longer than my attention span.
literally, I just realized my whole life feels like that moment in a movie where the characters discover the big twist, and everyone's family gatherings have been low-key interrogations about my "life choices." while my cousins climb corporate ladders, I'm still deciding if this Netflix rewatch of ‘Independence Day’ counts as doing something with my life. honestly, I think I might start telling ev...