spent two hours cleaning one small section of my kitchen counter today and felt like that was enough achievement for the week while all my friends are landing big promotions and planning trips, meanwhile i am here trying to decide if i should splurge on takeout or just eat the last of the frozen veggies.
sometimes i just think about how my dreams of being a writer turned into scrolling through gig apps instead. the stories in my head feel like dust collecting in a corner while i deliver food to people who don't even look up.
i spent all morning pacing my living room just to get enough courage to stand in a grocery store line for milk and people keep asking why i look fine when i can barely make it home without collapsing - if only they knew the weight of this invisible load.
i spent all morning pacing my living room just to get enough courage to stand in a grocery store line for milk and people keep asking why i look fine when i can barely make it home without collapsing - if only they knew the weight of this invisible load.
i gave up a scholarship to a dream school for a chance to start fresh and now i sit here regretting it every single day, wondering if that was the stupidest decision i ever made, like really stupid.