i used to think being unique was a blessing but now it feels like a curse, like all the quirks i used to embrace have turned into things people avoid. it’s strange to miss being in a crowd when all i want is to be invisible, just wishing someone would notice the real struggle behind the facade.
sometimes i think about the time i threw away a whole stack of letters from my great aunt because i was too overwhelmed to read them. now that she’s gone, it eats at me that i missed whatever little pieces of her i could have held on to.
just found an old sketchbook from college that i thought was lost and flipping through it made me realize how much i missed drawing, like really missed it, and the surprise of feeling that spark again is just incredible, who knew something so small could bring back so much joy when i was convinced all my creativity was gone.
just found an old sketchbook from college that i thought was lost and flipping through it made me realize how much i missed drawing, like really missed it, and the surprise of feeling that spark again is just incredible, who knew something so small could bring back so much joy when i was convinced all my creativity was gone.
so i finally signed up for that yoga class thinking it would be good for me and then i checked my bank account and realized i barely have enough for rent this month and now i just feel like a total idiot because who the hell takes up yoga when they cant even afford their bills, right?