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, quest...
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 as i pretend to be okay while internally calculating my hidden debt and which of my monthly subscriptions can be sacrificed next. it’s wild how you can look at your friends on social media and feel that weight lift just by pretending you belong to that world for a moment.
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 as i pretend to be okay while internally calculating my hidden debt and which of my monthly subscriptions can be sacrificed next. it’s wild how you can look at your friends on social media and feel that weight lift just by pretending you belong to that world for a moment.
ang hirap talaga na magpasensya habang lahat ng kaibigan ko nag-aasawa na, habang ako, nagpapa-send ng pera sa pamilya. yun na lang ang ginagawa ko, kapag kailangan sila, di ako pwedeng tumanggi. ang saya nila, may mga bahay na, mga kotse, samantalang ako? nakatingin lang. nakakapagod na tumingin sa buhay nila na maganda, parang ako left behind, walang direction, sobrang saya ko... diba? kaya sigu...