not gonna lie, seeing those governors skipping the meeting reminded me of all the times I felt left out in life. like, when I really needed support but got left hanging instead. everyone thinks I’m fine, that I’ve got it together, but inside, I'm juggling too much—decisions haunting me, choices weighing me down. it's funny how no one sees my struggles behind the smile I put on. like yeah, I should...
last night, I watched someone post about an opportunity I turned down. a chance that could have changed everything. they looked so excited, like they found money in the couch cushions while I’m over here crafting arguments in my head like it matters, showering with guilt about my bills. people think I’m doing fine, living paycheck to paycheck while pretending it doesn’t hurt that I owe more than I...
i sometimes wonder if i'm just a hurricane in a world of gentle breezes. do people roll their eyes at my passion for obscure snacks? does my insistence on rearranging furniture at parties make me a secret villain? what if the whole time, everyone's been too polite to tell me my ideas sound insane? part of me hopes for a cosmic epiphany that i’ll become the life-changing flavor expert or the decorator everyone needs, but maybe i’m just the awkward friend that nobody talks about.
i sometimes wonder if i'm just a hurricane in a world of gentle breezes. do people roll their eyes at my passion for obscure snacks? does my insistence on rearranging furniture at parties make me a secret villain? what if the whole time, everyone's been too polite to tell me my ideas sound insane? part of me hopes for a cosmic epiphany that i’ll become the life-changing flavor expert or the decorator everyone needs, but maybe i’m just the awkward friend that nobody talks about.
it’s not that i’m a liar. it’s just that every time someone asks me how i am, i say “great” while holding a sandwich i made with one slice of old bread and leftover mustard. i scroll through my contacts and realize i could text a hundred people, but none of them would actually know that i'm just watching paint dry on my walls every night. sometimes, i find myself faking excitement over mundane thi...