i started a new hobby. thought it would be fun and relaxing. now it just feels like an expensive reminder of what i can’t have. my vision board is filled with images of the life i want but my bank account tells me to put that on pause—indefinitely. now i'm just waiting for that paycheck, knowing it won't stretch far enough, and every day it feels more like a silent scream than a hobby. #
i looked in the mirror this morning and i swear i saw my parents' faces flickering back at me, judging my choices. why is it that everyone else is securing dream jobs and Instagrammable life moments while i can't even decide if i want cereal or a cup of regret for breakfast? like, is there a secret manual out there that everyone got but me, or are we all just playing pretend and hoping nobody noti...
I tell everyone I have moved on—no one knows I still sleep with the teddy bear he gave me, the one that's frayed around the edges. I walk around with a smile, while my dreams are haunted by the day I let him go. I laugh at my own jokes, but deep down—I'm still waiting for him to laugh too. At night, I replay every word, every mistake, as if I could rewrite our story. The truth is, I pretend I am fine—but some nights, I sit on my floor with tears in my eyes, wishing I could call him and let it all spill out.
I tell everyone I have moved on—no one knows I still sleep with the teddy bear he gave me, the one that's frayed around the edges. I walk around with a smile, while my dreams are haunted by the day I let him go. I laugh at my own jokes, but deep down—I'm still waiting for him to laugh too. At night, I replay every word, every mistake, as if I could rewrite our story. The truth is, I pretend I am fine—but some nights, I sit on my floor with tears in my eyes, wishing I could call him and let it all spill out.
i looked in the mirror today and instead of seeing my tired eyes, i saw my parents staring back. it hit me. this isn't about breakups or love lost; it’s about realizing my whole identity was basically a collage made of someone else's image. everyone else is out there pairing up, sharing all their little inside jokes, while i sit alone and wonder if my other half has just been buried under layers o...