i found myself staring at my closet, and suddenly it hit me. how is it possible that every single piece of clothing is ugly now? like, i seriously believe there’s a cosmic law that makes everything in my closet turn hideous after i decide to stop shopping for a month. i mean, what if there’s a magical thrift store around the corner that holds the clothes of my dreams? i can just manifest it, right...
no because every family gathering turns into a talent show where i am not even auditioning. my cousins are off achieving things like it’s nothing while my parents keep throwing "remember when your brother..." into every conversation like it’s some kind of Olympic event. last week, someone brought up my Spotify Wrapped and how it shows my emotional chaos. there’s a reason I blast Giveon during fami...
ok but sometimes I literally make up scenarios in my head where things go wrong just to feel sad. like, I create these whole stories about losing people or failing at my dreams, and it’s exhausting because I know I'm the one making myself cry over nothing.
ok but sometimes I literally make up scenarios in my head where things go wrong just to feel sad. like, I create these whole stories about losing people or failing at my dreams, and it’s exhausting because I know I'm the one making myself cry over nothing.
ever catch yourself scrolling through social media and seeing someone else thriving in the space you could’ve been in? it feels like watching a stoat scamper by while you’re stuck in mud. i turned down an opportunity that everyone said would be perfect for me, then watched someone else blossom from it while i sat alone, trying to convince myself it was the right choice. adult life is lonely. hundr...