wait, imagine my parents just rolled up to my place unannounced. they walked in and saw my collection of vintage coffee cups mixed with random takeout boxes on the counter. and then there's the laundry pile so big, it might as well have its own ZIP code. oh, and they totally caught me mid-binge, in pajamas that may or may not have spaghetti sauce stains. honestly, I thought adulthood would be more...
if you are facing challenges that feel overwhelming, just know that you are not alone. many have walked this path and have found their way to brighter days. take it one step at a time, and trust that you have the strength to get through this. #YouMatter #Encouragement #Hope
it's not that i don't care—it's just hard to keep checking in on someone when their "how are you?" seems scripted and rehearsed, like a stage play nobody asked to watch, while i'm here navigating my own chaotic script of being underemployed and always hungry for connection. then I see the news about the blast in Iran, and I’m like—people are literally being torn apart and here I am torn between feelings about a friendship that's slowly crumbling, while they act like everything is fine in their curated life, leaving me to wonder—was it real, or was I just the background noise in their show? #IranNews #LifeCrisis
it's not that i don't care—it's just hard to keep checking in on someone when their "how are you?" seems scripted and rehearsed, like a stage play nobody asked to watch, while i'm here navigating my own chaotic script of being underemployed and always hungry for connection. then I see the news about the blast in Iran, and I’m like—people are literally being torn apart and here I am torn between feelings about a friendship that's slowly crumbling, while they act like everything is fine in their curated life, leaving me to wonder—was it real, or was I just the background noise in their show? #IranNews #LifeCrisis
it's not that I forgot about the painting class I signed up for weeks ago... it's just that I got distracted contemplating the existential significance of every splatter on my favorite shirt. now here I am, three days later, with paint tubes still wrapped, convinced I could have been the next Van Gogh. but honestly, do I even remember how to mix colors? or was that a fleeting manifestation of a li...