yooo, I spent my entire Saturday learning how to bake sourdough bread, just to realize I have no one to share it with. I made enough for a small army, but here I am, slicing through a crusty loaf while my phone stays silent. it’s wild how I can have a million names in my contact list, yet nobody who gets me—like I’m just a stranger to the world. I thought this would fill the emptiness, but instead...
not gonna lie, every time I scroll through videos of people flawlessly creating art, I feel like I’m watching a world I desperately want to be part of but can’t break into, like my hands just won't translate the chaos in my head to the canvas. while my friends are posting their new exhibits and getting praised, I sit here surrounded by half-finished projects and unmade ideas, drowning in a sea of ...
just realized i’ve written a whole thank you speech for an award i haven’t even been nominated for yet. while my friends are out here buying houses and cars, i can’t even afford to buy my own groceries without a moment of panic, and yet... maybe if i say it out loud enough times, the universe will get the hint and give me a gold star for just EXISTING?
just realized i’ve written a whole thank you speech for an award i haven’t even been nominated for yet. while my friends are out here buying houses and cars, i can’t even afford to buy my own groceries without a moment of panic, and yet... maybe if i say it out loud enough times, the universe will get the hint and give me a gold star for just EXISTING?
no because I told everyone I was a fitness influencer—now I work out in my living room and post old pictures to keep the illusion alive.