sitting in my small apartment, watching old college friends post about their luxury vacations while my lunch is just plain rice, that feeling when you scroll through instagram and everyone else is thriving and you're just... not. then I see the CEO on a yacht, sharing a sunset view while I stare at my peeling paint, like damn, this is the life I was supposed to be in, but here I am, just holding o...
sitting on my couch, tiny studio that smells like the rice and beans i eat all week, and scrolling through friends' posts at fancy dinners or weekend trips, they have no clue. they think i'm living the dream when really it's just a cycle of saving up to send money home and counting the days until rent's due again.
i thought i was done with my old art supplies but the other day i opened a box and found my unfinished paintings and it just hit me how much i literally ran away from my own creativity and now it feels like a huge weight sitting there staring at me.
i thought i was done with my old art supplies but the other day i opened a box and found my unfinished paintings and it just hit me how much i literally ran away from my own creativity and now it feels like a huge weight sitting there staring at me.
i spent three years developing a deep emotional bond with a houseplant only to discover it was fake and honestly, at least my lack of companionship will not get me in trouble with HR.