literally sat here scrolling through my contacts and just… there’s nobody to call. lost touch with that friend ages ago and it feels weird knowing they wouldn’t even know what to say to me now.
was staring at my collection of old jars on the kitchen shelf today, like why do i keep them, wondering if my friends still remember me while they post about new promotions and vacations and here i am in my tiny apartment, working a job that barely pays my bills, looking for something that feels like success but just feeling stuck and overwhelmed by all the jars full of things i will never use and...
so apparently losing a partner and a friend group in the same month means i can now sign up for a “how to cook for one” class but all i really want is someone to help me find my sense of self in the pantry where it probably got lost under a bunch of takeout containers.
so apparently losing a partner and a friend group in the same month means i can now sign up for a “how to cook for one” class but all i really want is someone to help me find my sense of self in the pantry where it probably got lost under a bunch of takeout containers.
i cannot believe i just pulled off the best painting of my life after thinking i completely lost my touch. for weeks i dreaded picking up the brush again, thinking it would remind me of how bad i thought i was, but now this canvas feels like a whole new beginning.