sat on my tiny balcony looking at my neighbors celebrating their promotions while im barely scraping by on my paycheck, 900 a month rent and bills that just keep piling up. felt like crying watching their smiles, wondering if i could just let go and be happy for a second, but all i can think about is how everything in my life feels so heavy right now.
just spent 30 minutes trying to unlock the trash can after it locked itself, which should honestly be a scene in a horror movie, then finally got it open just to find the avocado that looked fine two days ago has transformed into something i can only assume is a weapon against civilization, like did we just invent a new form of penicillin or a portal to a different dimension?
spent thirty minutes trying to untangle my headphones only to realize they were still in the box from two weeks ago—i thought i was finally mastering the art of zen until i discovered my phone was muted this whole time and no one could hear me complaining about it all—who needs therapy when you have tangled wires and your own dumb mistakes, right?
spent thirty minutes trying to untangle my headphones only to realize they were still in the box from two weeks ago—i thought i was finally mastering the art of zen until i discovered my phone was muted this whole time and no one could hear me complaining about it all—who needs therapy when you have tangled wires and your own dumb mistakes, right?
sometimes i look at the old family photos and wonder what happened to that version of us — the happy faces with no clue that joy is about to unravel, and it makes me sick to think i’m not sure if it was ever real or just a carefully curated lie.