i used to love painting but now its like i only get a few minutes here and there and the canvas just sits there taunting me while the only thing i really want to do is mix colors and forget about the piles of bills but the thought of starting again feels like a whole other world and im just stuck in this same room.
just checked my bank account and i thought i had enough for that new record drop but nope. now i have to decide if i should buy groceries or chase this dream, like, really?
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.
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.