life is hard, like really hard. my friends are traveling, getting promotions, and i'm stuck in this tiny apartment with a desk that reminds me of every lecture i sat through, why did my parents waste so much on this degree when i am just doing this job that makes me feel like a robot, কেউ বোঝে না.
sometimes i wish i could just disappear for a while, not because things are bad but because being on the outside looking in is exhausting and no one talks about how the constant noise just becomes white noise, like all the energy crystals in the world can't fix that feeling of being lost in a crowd that doesn't see you.
sometimes i look at the sketchbooks piled in the corner and remember when i used to draw every day, now i scroll for hours instead and the ideas just gather dust like a reminder of who i forgot to be.
sometimes i look at the sketchbooks piled in the corner and remember when i used to draw every day, now i scroll for hours instead and the ideas just gather dust like a reminder of who i forgot to be.
why did i say yes to that workshop about self-improvement when all i really want is to improve my ability to procrastinate without guilt? now im sitting here stressed about a whole day of “be your best self” while i can hardly be my half-decent self.