honestly, seeing maya hawke get married hits different. i gave up on finding my person to take care of my siblings' dreams instead. watching everyone celebrate their love makes me question if i even remember what that feels like. maybe i chose the wrong path. still hoping the universe finds a way to give me a second chance. #MayaHawke #dreamsdeferred
ever been that person who gives someone a second chance, only to see them use it on someone else? like, congratulations. i hand-delivered you my heart with a bow, and you just gift-wrapped it for someone else. now i'm stuck here - awkwardly cringing while eating an entire pint of ice cream, contemplating my life choices. i should have just asked if they wanted the heart-shaped box or the full-on c...
why is it that every family gathering feels like a live performance review, with each of my relatives taking turns comparing me to my overachieving cousins — like, sorry for not having a side hustle that also cures world hunger? they ask me when i'm finally going to find my "true passion" and i’m sitting there like—who decided my entire existence needs a plot twist every six months? and then they drop that classic "i'm not mad, i'm just disappointed" like it’s confetti, while i’m just over here trying to figure out if my life choices will ever be more impressive than “still figuring it out”—but honestly, isn't "still figuring it out" a mood?
why is it that every family gathering feels like a live performance review, with each of my relatives taking turns comparing me to my overachieving cousins — like, sorry for not having a side hustle that also cures world hunger? they ask me when i'm finally going to find my "true passion" and i’m sitting there like—who decided my entire existence needs a plot twist every six months? and then they drop that classic "i'm not mad, i'm just disappointed" like it’s confetti, while i’m just over here trying to figure out if my life choices will ever be more impressive than “still figuring it out”—but honestly, isn't "still figuring it out" a mood?
it's not that i’m bad with money, it’s just that i spend it on distractions like they’re the solution. bought another tiny plant today because it feels more alive than i do—tried to decorate my space with things that don’t need me. meanwhile, the one thing i need—a solid plan for my life—keeps slipping through my fingers like that race no one talks about. picabo street’s fierce spirit reminds me o...