I always thought picking the safe path would make me happy—but it just turned into this gray existence where I wonder what could have been. I had dreams—BIG dreams—but instead, I told myself practical meant better, like it was the ONLY way forward. Some days, I sit in silence, convincing myself it was a wise choice, while feeling the weight of everything I left behind pressing down like a suffocat...
it feels like a betrayal watching friends dive into their lives while i'm still treading water. they're posting about new jobs and promotions like it’s nothing, while i scroll past my empty fridge, wondering if i’m ever going to get out of this rut. when did we start comparing milestones like they were medals? sometimes i wonder if i'm the only one not on the finish line, and... honestly, i though...
yooo, so I saw that Michael Jordan news and it hit me hard - like, all I could think was that I haven’t had a fresh pair of shoes in two years, yet he’s racing cars now. I’m sitting here in a one-bedroom trying to decide if I should eat lunch or buy a new lightbulb because who needs to see in the dark anyway? - I’m past the point of pretending to be okay, sitting in my faded sweats like some sad budget version of a sports movie. When he talks about appreciating what you’ve built, all I can think is how I’m still paying for furniture that went out of style before I was born. And honestly, at this point, I could use a good sponsor— Michael, where you at? #MichaelJordan #struggling
yooo, so I saw that Michael Jordan news and it hit me hard - like, all I could think was that I haven’t had a fresh pair of shoes in two years, yet he’s racing cars now. I’m sitting here in a one-bedroom trying to decide if I should eat lunch or buy a new lightbulb because who needs to see in the dark anyway? - I’m past the point of pretending to be okay, sitting in my faded sweats like some sad budget version of a sports movie. When he talks about appreciating what you’ve built, all I can think is how I’m still paying for furniture that went out of style before I was born. And honestly, at this point, I could use a good sponsor— Michael, where you at? #MichaelJordan #struggling
bruh, you ever check someone's phone while they’re sleeping and find out they’ve been texting their therapist about their deep insecurities? like, how do you even process that? suddenly, all your inside jokes feel like public scrutiny and you’re sitting there, questioning if you even know the person you thought you loved. do i just keep pretending that their “anxieties” are not actually about me? ...