the way that people casually ask if you wanna join their beach vacation like they don't know you’re juggling 15 dollars till payday is beyond me. i keep smiling and saying “sure, sounds great!” but really, i’m sitting there wondering if buying cereal in bulk is a bad decision or my only decision. i pretend my life is a fun little highlight reel, while secretly recalculating my budget for a dinner ...
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, please know that it is okay to feel this way. it is part of being human. take it one step at a time, and remember that brighter days are ahead, even if they feel far away. #YouMatter #Hope #HopeExists
ever notice how everyone assumes you make bank just because you can play an instrument? newsflash: the only thing flowing in my life is the same broke chord progression on repeat. I pretend to play gigs while working a nine-to-five that barely covers ramen noodles and cat litter. I almost missed my rent because I spent last month’s paycheck on a new set of strings. priorities, right? funny how people praise your “talent” while ignoring your constant hustle and creeping dread. just me in the spotlight, cranking out melodies like it's my personal therapy while drowning in debt nobody else can see. #BarcaVs #LifeStruggles
ever notice how everyone assumes you make bank just because you can play an instrument? newsflash: the only thing flowing in my life is the same broke chord progression on repeat. I pretend to play gigs while working a nine-to-five that barely covers ramen noodles and cat litter. I almost missed my rent because I spent last month’s paycheck on a new set of strings. priorities, right? funny how people praise your “talent” while ignoring your constant hustle and creeping dread. just me in the spotlight, cranking out melodies like it's my personal therapy while drowning in debt nobody else can see. #BarcaVs #LifeStruggles
it’s 2am and i am staring at a blank canvas, wondering if it’ll ever fill itself like my social life used to. my art supplies are in a pile next to me, remnants of friendships turned to dust. remember those endless hours spent chatting and laughing over paint splatters? now, my only audience is the houseplant that seems to judge my every stroke. sometimes, i miss those shallow conversations that f...