so i spent the whole weekend meticulously painting miniatures for a game that i might never actually play but watching my friends post their painted armies made me realize that nobody even knows or cares that i exist in this little hobby space like they are crushing it at tournaments while my paintbrush barely sees daylight, and i just sat on my couch alone staring at these tiny figures.
just got off the phone with the nursing home again, and i literally cannot deal with the fact that my parent fell for the third time this month, like what are they even doing there, and i feel so trapped because there is literally nowhere else to go.
i love painting but never show anyone my work - feels like a secret that’s mine to hold onto forever. sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps me from drowning in my own thoughts - like if someone saw it, would it all just vanish?
i love painting but never show anyone my work - feels like a secret that’s mine to hold onto forever. sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps me from drowning in my own thoughts - like if someone saw it, would it all just vanish?
so i was at this party and thought i was being funny by quoting a movie really loudly and i totally messed up the line and then the whole room went quiet and people just stared like i was a total weirdo—had to awkwardly laugh it off while feeling like a complete clown for the rest of the night.