it's not that i can't draw, it's just that i took an art class once, and now i keep an original 'masterpiece' of a stick figure wearing a crown tucked in my closet to remind me i outgrew actual talent. but like, that stick figure has more followers on social media than i do, and honestly, that's where i felt the REAL betrayal.
last night, I had an entire argument in my head with a fictional barista about how my oat milk latte was made incorrectly—like, I practically had my whole life philosophy ready, and now I’m genuinely upset with them for ruining my morning vibe—turns out, I’ve never even met this person.
why is it that the kid I used to share snacks with in first grade now walks past me like I am a coupon for expired cereal? I mean, is my face really that forgettable? like, did they have a hard time placing me? am I just a ghost haunting their childhood? and let's be honest, I’d haunt them with my pizza roll consumption tales and my questionable dance moves, like, surprise, surprise, it’s not that easy to forget!
why is it that the kid I used to share snacks with in first grade now walks past me like I am a coupon for expired cereal? I mean, is my face really that forgettable? like, did they have a hard time placing me? am I just a ghost haunting their childhood? and let's be honest, I’d haunt them with my pizza roll consumption tales and my questionable dance moves, like, surprise, surprise, it’s not that easy to forget!
just realized i quit my stable job to pursue my passion of making playlist themes for people who are too busy to listen. last night, i was up late obsessively watching the ethereum price, wondering if my future is in crypto or just stacking my latest playlist like a game of digital Jenga. it hit me—what if my playlists start doing better than my career? now i'm sitting here, convinced my Spotify c...