it’s 2am and I am lying here, wide awake. I just found a moldy half-eaten granola bar under my bed and thought, how did it get here? I’m stuck in this weird cycle where the floors are sticky and I keep telling myself I will clean but then… I just sit here in the darkness, playing scenarios in my head, like a theater of “what if” and “oh god, what now”. I know I’m supposed to have a plan, but then ...
yooo, I saw the buzz about Tasmania vs Western Australia and couldn’t help but think about the last time I felt like I was choosing between two places—two versions of me, if you will. I treated someone like a stopover instead of my destination. now, every time I hear their name, it’s a reminder of the love I built around them. they’d probably laugh if they knew I still name future kids after the p...
saw the news about jim shank and felt a twist in my stomach. he spent years working behind the scenes, making magic happen, while I can't even make plans with my own life. it's like I’m stuck in this waiting room, watching everyone else get paired off while I reflect on what my life looked like when I thought I had it together. I look around and all I see are reminders of what could have been, like I’m an extra in a movie that got canceled—no one knows my name, and the credits never roll. and honestly, I keep wondering when I’ll be next. #JimShank #LostOpportunities
saw the news about jim shank and felt a twist in my stomach. he spent years working behind the scenes, making magic happen, while I can't even make plans with my own life. it's like I’m stuck in this waiting room, watching everyone else get paired off while I reflect on what my life looked like when I thought I had it together. I look around and all I see are reminders of what could have been, like I’m an extra in a movie that got canceled—no one knows my name, and the credits never roll. and honestly, I keep wondering when I’ll be next. #JimShank #LostOpportunities
just realized that I haven’t spoken to anyone who really knows me in weeks. I scroll through my contacts and see familiar names, but they might as well be ghosts. it’s like I’m walking through a crowd, literally surrounded by people but feeling more isolated than ever. and then, I bumped into someone from high school today who acted like they didn’t even recognize me. it stung more than I thought ...