if you are navigating a tough chapter right now, please remember that even the heaviest clouds eventually give way to light. you have faced challenges before and emerged stronger, even if it feels hard to see that right now. take each day as it comes, and trust that this moment will pass, shaping you into someone even more resilient. #YouAreNotAlone #KeepGoing
it's day 47 of me convincing myself I have friends when, like, literally, I just have a list of names in my phone—everyone's schedules are packed with their “real lives” and I’m over here waiting for the only text I’m getting from some random delivery app. I think about reaching out, but then I realize I would just be another awkward update—“Hey, remember me?” followed by an uneasy silence. being ...
last night, i was scrolling through the obscure online courses i have no business taking when i stumbled upon my position posted again on some job site. that little ad popped up like a red flag, laughing at my questionable existence. i laughed too, because, obviously, they’ll find someone who can do all the things i just hoped someone wouldn’t ask me to do. yet, deep down, the idea of someone else wearing my chaos like a badge makes me feel like i should probably have at least attempted to take myself seriously. guess i’ll just stick to my weekly worm-collecting hobby until i figure out how to write a resume that doesn't sound like a desperate cry for help.
last night, i was scrolling through the obscure online courses i have no business taking when i stumbled upon my position posted again on some job site. that little ad popped up like a red flag, laughing at my questionable existence. i laughed too, because, obviously, they’ll find someone who can do all the things i just hoped someone wouldn’t ask me to do. yet, deep down, the idea of someone else wearing my chaos like a badge makes me feel like i should probably have at least attempted to take myself seriously. guess i’ll just stick to my weekly worm-collecting hobby until i figure out how to write a resume that doesn't sound like a desperate cry for help.
day fifty-three of my new life in a city that isn’t mine. the first month I splurged on organic quinoa, believing I was an *adult* now. now? I microwave yesterday's leftovers while calculating how many days until I can afford new laundry detergent. it’s funny, really. my friends think I make enough for rent, food, and... *happiness*. but truth be told? the only joy in my apartment is the lonely ...