ok but honestly, the whole Ireland cricket team vs Oman national cricket team thing just reminds me how I can’t even keep up with my own life. family gatherings turn into these mini tournaments where I’m pitted against my perfect cousins, and all I can think is, how do I compete with their successes? I showed up once with a promotion only to have it overshadowed by my sibling’s engagement news. i ...
honestly, the other day I shared my excitement about the sun coming out for the first time in weeks, and you’d think I just announced I won the lottery, because suddenly everyone was like, “how dare you be happy when the weather is sooo chaotic.” meanwhile, I’m at home laughing alone about a jacket I can’t wear because it’s suddenly “T20 cricket rain” season again. like, can someone please explain...
it's not that i don’t care about what happens at these award shows... it's just, like, every time i hear someone talking about an artist like Jessie Ware getting a big moment, i get this tightness in my chest because it reminds me of how often i stand on the sidelines, watching people chase their dreams while i'm just... here, pretending i’m okay but really avoiding the dreams i left behind. like, i used to sing in front of everyone at every opportunity, but now it’s just me in the shower, whispering into the shampoo bottle and regretting every step that led me here. it feels like everyone else gets these beautiful moments on big stages while i just feel smaller and smaller... like, why does the world keep moving forward while i, um, literally just want to scream at the walls and— #JessieW...
it's not that i don’t care about what happens at these award shows... it's just, like, every time i hear someone talking about an artist like Jessie Ware getting a big moment, i get this tightness in my chest because it reminds me of how often i stand on the sidelines, watching people chase their dreams while i'm just... here, pretending i’m okay but really avoiding the dreams i left behind. like, i used to sing in front of everyone at every opportunity, but now it’s just me in the shower, whispering into the shampoo bottle and regretting every step that led me here. it feels like everyone else gets these beautiful moments on big stages while i just feel smaller and smaller... like, why does the world keep moving forward while i, um, literally just want to scream at the walls and— #JessieW...
i sometimes think about how my desk plant is probably healthier than my financial situation. honestly, it thrives on neglect while i’m literally drowning in hidden fees and subscriptions i forgot i signed up for. everyone thinks i’m raking it in because i wear nice clothes to the office, but really, it’s all just a glamorous disguise for the emptiness of my bank account.