not gonna lie, I treated this kid really badly in middle school. honestly, I remember making fun of their art project because it looked like something my little cousin drew. now, I think about sending a message to apologize, but they probably just want to forget I exist. like, who am I to suddenly pop back up, right? it’s literally haunting me, wondering if they think I’m the same jerk or if they'...
ok but I was going through old photos and I found a picture of me wearing a hot pink feather boa, dancing alone in my room. honestly, I did not recognize that person. I don’t know if I’m proud of who I’ve become or just mourning the weird, unapologetic joy of that girl. I mean, did I grow up or just learn to suppress my quirks for fear of judgment?
i sat down to clean my art supplies and saw how dusty everything is. like, literally, when did i last pick up a paintbrush? all my friends are posting their stunning pieces, winning contests, while i can't even figure out what color to start with. its wild how you can feel completely lost while everyone else seems to be painting their lives in technicolor. hashtag creativitycrisis, hashtag whereismymotivation
i sat down to clean my art supplies and saw how dusty everything is. like, literally, when did i last pick up a paintbrush? all my friends are posting their stunning pieces, winning contests, while i can't even figure out what color to start with. its wild how you can feel completely lost while everyone else seems to be painting their lives in technicolor. hashtag creativitycrisis, hashtag whereismymotivation
i overheard my coworker bragging about their investment in a popular athlete, and for a second, it stung. they’ve been calling me their 'best friend' all along, but behind my back, they were using our talks for personal gain. i sat in the break room, stirring my cold coffee, feeling that tight knot of betrayal settle deep, as their laughter echoed. i’m not even sure if i’ll confront them or just.....