so i started making my own hot sauce because honestly store bought just doesn't cut it and now my kitchen looks like a science lab but i keep burning my eyes and nose every time i chop the peppers, like why do i think this is a good idea.
just spent an hour untangling my headphones because my brain is so scattered, only to realize i should have been paying attention to that podcast about anxiety but all i heard was static. now i am wondering why my plants look sad and if they can sense my mood or if that is just a stupid thought that makes no sense, sigh.
sitting on my couch in this cramped one bedroom that smells like takeout from last week while my friends are all posting about their promotions and homes and here i am still figuring out how to hang a picture without it ending up crooked, like, does no one else see the difference in what we had growing up or is it just me stuck in this never-ending cycle of confusion and feeling lost all the time, like am i the only one who thinks those “motivational” quotes are just trying to sell me a dream i was never taught to reach for or…
sitting on my couch in this cramped one bedroom that smells like takeout from last week while my friends are all posting about their promotions and homes and here i am still figuring out how to hang a picture without it ending up crooked, like, does no one else see the difference in what we had growing up or is it just me stuck in this never-ending cycle of confusion and feeling lost all the time, like am i the only one who thinks those “motivational” quotes are just trying to sell me a dream i was never taught to reach for or…
sat down with a cup of cold coffee and stared at my empty fridge, trying to remember the last time i bought something fresh and healthy. now all i can think about is the instant ramen for dinner and how my friend’s birthday is coming up, and i really want to get them something nice but ugh, that is just not happening this year.