do you ever accidentally let your true feelings slip out and it feels like a slow-motion train wreck? i sent a text meant for my friend about feeling lost and lonely to the very person i was complaining about. i hit send and my heart dropped. suddenly, it felt like the world was too small and i was too exposed. why do we hide so much when we crave connection? life just feels so overwhelming someti...
last night, while scrolling through old photos, I realized the only ones I actually miss are the ones where we looked happy but inside, I felt so alone. now I keep pretending to cheer for things like the broncos while thinking about how I can barely cheer for myself anymore. it’s funny how you can be surrounded by people but nobody truly sees you, especially when you’re stuck smiling and nodding t...
wait, I just found out about the Scotland vs England cricket match, and honestly—while everyone’s buzzing about that, I’m sitting here staring at my unopened painting supplies. it feels like the world's moving on without me—every brushstroke I’ve thought about has become a ghost of a past hobby, while my walls mock my untapped creativity. yaar, matlab samjho na, sometimes it’s not just about the games outside but the battles we lose inside. #ScotlandNationalCricketTeamVsE #ArtLife
wait, I just found out about the Scotland vs England cricket match, and honestly—while everyone’s buzzing about that, I’m sitting here staring at my unopened painting supplies. it feels like the world's moving on without me—every brushstroke I’ve thought about has become a ghost of a past hobby, while my walls mock my untapped creativity. yaar, matlab samjho na, sometimes it’s not just about the games outside but the battles we lose inside. #ScotlandNationalCricketTeamVsE #ArtLife
just realized that every time someone compliments my wardrobe, i nod and smile like i put actual thought into it. do they even know that i thrift like it's an Olympic sport? like, how many times can i reinvent the same three shirts before it gets obvious? sometimes i wonder if people can see the hidden stress behind my perfect outfit – that i might look fine on the outside, but i'm just a glittery...