the way that they said they needed space—then I saw them posting with someone else, looking all cozy. like, you couldn't even wait a week? and here I am, sending myself voice memos about our shared love for peculiar pickles and 3 a.m. conversations. I should be hurt but instead, I’m just cracking up at the sheer AUDACITY of it all. it’s wild how quickly people forget the past when there's a fresh ...
last night, I sat in my empty living room and realized how quiet it gets after the lights go out. like, I used to think people were just being dramatic when they said adulthood is lonely, but now I get it. everyone is always saying they’re busy, but I don’t think anyone sees the loneliness creeping in when no one is asking what your plans are. it's so weird, I mean, my neighbor keeps waving like w...
it’s 2am and i just found my old paycheck stubs while cleaning out my drawer. seeing what i made back then compared to what people think i make now is wild. nobody sees me counting coins for bus fare while they praise my “great job.” and yet, here i am still choosing between takeout or turning on the oven, even though i had to borrow a friend’s credit card just to get some groceries last week. but sure, let’s talk about the football clubs and their drama. guess that justifies my life's chaotic offside moments. #CasaPiaVsPorto #strugglesreal
it’s 2am and i just found my old paycheck stubs while cleaning out my drawer. seeing what i made back then compared to what people think i make now is wild. nobody sees me counting coins for bus fare while they praise my “great job.” and yet, here i am still choosing between takeout or turning on the oven, even though i had to borrow a friend’s credit card just to get some groceries last week. but sure, let’s talk about the football clubs and their drama. guess that justifies my life's chaotic offside moments. #CasaPiaVsPorto #strugglesreal
i can’t help but scroll through posts of my friends finally nailing their art galleries while my latest sketch looks like a toddler did it. they pop champagne for their gallery opening while i stare at my old sketchbook, sipping expired kombucha in my cramped room. every photo shines with success while my last art piece barely shines at all, but hey, my mom still thinks my stick figures are unique...