it is weird how some nights i just sit in bed staring at my bookshelf, remembering that book i was supposed to lend to someone but never did, and now it's just there collecting dust. feels like that awkward silence you can't escape, except it is all in my head and... just me.
so after months of late nights and endless brainstorming, my project launched and my boss took all the credit—meanwhile i'm stuck in this cramped apartment, sweating about my next rent payment, and watching my friends post about their promotions and vacations, wondering if all my hustle was worth it while i drown in spreadsheets and regret.
my mom told me she wished she never had me during a fight, and now seven years later, every time i drop a glass or forget something, it's like i can hear her saying “what a mistake” in my head like a twisted soundtrack to my life, but honestly it’s kind of funny how that’s the motivating force behind my goal to become a professional glass cleaner.
my mom told me she wished she never had me during a fight, and now seven years later, every time i drop a glass or forget something, it's like i can hear her saying “what a mistake” in my head like a twisted soundtrack to my life, but honestly it’s kind of funny how that’s the motivating force behind my goal to become a professional glass cleaner.
sat in the waiting room of the dental office today and overheard a dad bragging about his kid’s science fair project while I stared at my own cracked tooth and thought about how my last “project” was just getting my laundry done like it was some kind of big accomplishment but nobody cares, it just feels like life is doing its own thing without me or something, like the chairs are all nicer than my...