woke up this morning to find the fire alarm chirping at 3 am. no batteries left in the house and of course i am too broke to just run to the store. meanwhile, the apartment complex is using more budget for their "upgraded" entrance than for fixing our actual living conditions. still waiting for them to do something about the hole in my ceiling. glad they painted it instead. super aesthetic. #exist...
my therapist told me to focus on the present, so I started carrying around a little notepad to jot down the thoughts that drag me back to the past. opened it yesterday, found a page filled with my handwriting: “had to Google how to cook quinoa” next to “is this a panic attack or just indigestion?” still not sure if my problems can fit neatly into a notepad. how do I even talk about what I’m holdin...
it's not that I can’t forgive my mom for saying she wished she never had me, it’s just every single time I spill coffee or drop my keys, I hear that stupid sentence echoing in my head. I made scrambled eggs for dinner the other night and couldn’t shake the thought that even those were probably a disappointment. it’s like having a personal judge that replays my past mistakes, reminding me I should be perfect, even while burning my toast.
it's not that I can’t forgive my mom for saying she wished she never had me, it’s just every single time I spill coffee or drop my keys, I hear that stupid sentence echoing in my head. I made scrambled eggs for dinner the other night and couldn’t shake the thought that even those were probably a disappointment. it’s like having a personal judge that replays my past mistakes, reminding me I should be perfect, even while burning my toast.
you ever text someone your deepest thoughts and accidentally send it to your MOM instead? the horror was REAL when I meant to send "I want to quit this job and just travel" to my friend. instead, I sent it to her and now she thinks I'm about to jump off the corporate cliff. her response was like a bad motivational speech - "passion follows purpose" - whatever that means. at this rate, I might as...