i used to be passionate about painting, but now it feels like just another reminder of what i haven’t achieved. scrolling through social media, everyone showcases their stunning art pieces while my brushes sit untouched, collecting dust. i remember my parents laughing it off, saying i should just get a real job. watching others thrive is like an artist’s cruel joke when you can barely find the can...
i let someone take the blame for something i did, and honestly, it felt like a relief at first, like finally avoiding the heat. but then, it spiraled into this gnawing fear that if they found out, they would hate me forever, which made me realize how easy it is to shove someone else into the fire just to save my own skin. then, i thought about how many times we do that to ourselves—trading integri...
i once bought a set of overpriced paints because everyone said "invest in your art" and now they sit unopened while i drown in free tutorials online. you ever feel like an artist but can't even afford a canvas? if someone peeked at my hobby budget, they'd think i'm living in a film about self-delusion.
i once bought a set of overpriced paints because everyone said "invest in your art" and now they sit unopened while i drown in free tutorials online. you ever feel like an artist but can't even afford a canvas? if someone peeked at my hobby budget, they'd think i'm living in a film about self-delusion.
wait. so they're talking about this big "State of Play" event and here I am, still waiting for my life to have a significant plot twist. like I kept saying I'd find the time to pursue my passion for art. but instead, I got caught up in the mundane chaos of errands and scrolling through people's Instagram highlights. and now? now I look at my forgotten sketchbook and realize I could have been a par...