was at the grocery store today and saw that guy from art class—the one who always talks about his gallery shows like they are nothing, while i stand here struggling to even find the motivation to pick up my brush sometimes—had to pretend to be interested in his stories about big clients while just nodding and smiling, inside i was like wow what am i doing with my life, surrounded by frozen peas an...
just found this old sketchbook from high school while cleaning, and wow, my doodles were so bad but like, there’s a couple that really hit, why did i stop drawing? anyway, feels like a whole other person did those, kinda sad thinking about how lost i got in life but also like, should i pick it back up? my hands are not what they used to be though.
staring at my old vinyl collection, all those records i loved—while my friends post about their new cars and houses. here i am in my tiny apartment with empty shelves where the savings used to be, just trying to remember when it got so quiet.
staring at my old vinyl collection, all those records i loved—while my friends post about their new cars and houses. here i am in my tiny apartment with empty shelves where the savings used to be, just trying to remember when it got so quiet.
aaray, yaar, matlab samjho na, my mother-in-law says my daughters should have been sons and I feel like I should start a support group for people whose family trees are only full of thorns not flowers.