sometimes i find myself staring at old books on the shelf and the weight of all the stories left unread feels heavier than just words. scrolling through my phone is just empty names, and it hits me how easily everyone just fades away, like dust.
i just managed to fix the damn sink without calling a plumber and it actually works — like, my hands are shaking from disbelief but i am so proud of myself, i was so worried it would turn into a disaster but it didn’t. now i feel like i can actually tackle anything even though i was dreading messing this up for weeks.
so i was sitting in my tiny studio, just staring at my laptop, and my coworker casually mentions how her cousin just bought a house, like it was nothing, and now i can’t shake the feeling that i am stuck forever in this cramped space, eating takeout and barely scraping by while everyone else seems to be living these huge, successful lives that i can't even imagine, just thinking about it makes everything seem pointless.
so i was sitting in my tiny studio, just staring at my laptop, and my coworker casually mentions how her cousin just bought a house, like it was nothing, and now i can’t shake the feeling that i am stuck forever in this cramped space, eating takeout and barely scraping by while everyone else seems to be living these huge, successful lives that i can't even imagine, just thinking about it makes everything seem pointless.
woke up this morning and realized i forgot to water the plants again but this time they look extra sad like they are giving up on me and now i’m wondering if i care enough to try again or just let them go.