so i just sat down to write a letter to my future self, like a motivational pep talk, and realized my savings account is as empty as my hope right now. good luck, future me, you're going to need it because the only thing i have left to show for my last 40 thousand dollars is an embarrassing collection of receipts and a few broken slot machines.
spent hours going through all my old sketchbooks today and realized how much i used to love drawing but now it just feels like this distant part of me, like who is that person that could create stuff, feels lonely looking at it and knowing i never picked it back up, just a whole bunch of unfilled pages staring at me like a reminder of something i lost, just feels weird.
spent hours going through all my old sketchbooks today and realized how much i used to love drawing but now it just feels like this distant part of me, like who is that person that could create stuff, feels lonely looking at it and knowing i never picked it back up, just a whole bunch of unfilled pages staring at me like a reminder of something i lost, just feels weird.
sometimes i wonder if selling my car was a mistake not just for the commute but because now im trapped in this gig economy where every delivery feels like im trading pieces of myself for a few bucks and the weight of what i gave up sits heavy on my chest while im out here just trying to survive