so i decided to rearrange my entire office—thought it would be a refreshing change, but now i keep wondering if the new setup is even functional or just a waste of my afternoon and like what was i thinking moving that heavy shelf by myself ugh
i used to feel so connected to my art community in this city, spent hours painting in that tiny studio apartment. now i scroll through my old friends' galleries and see their beautiful shows while i struggle to pay rent, and all my brushes sit untouched in a box – feels like i lost everything that mattered.
so i finally got the paperwork for the bankruptcy case and it looked like something out of a sitcom, like did they really think a poorly scanned photo of a donut was going to convince the judge i had no money because of the medical bills from the guy who ran the red light? just when i thought it couldn't get worse, i accidentally used the cat's name as the primary contact and now it’s a full circus act trying to explain that no, fluffy isn’t handling my legal affairs, but good luck with that, maybe i’ll let her know.
so i finally got the paperwork for the bankruptcy case and it looked like something out of a sitcom, like did they really think a poorly scanned photo of a donut was going to convince the judge i had no money because of the medical bills from the guy who ran the red light? just when i thought it couldn't get worse, i accidentally used the cat's name as the primary contact and now it’s a full circus act trying to explain that no, fluffy isn’t handling my legal affairs, but good luck with that, maybe i’ll let her know.
saw a used puzzle at the thrift store and just thought about how it’s always missing pieces. like, you buy it hoping to feel something but it just reminds you of all the times things didn’t fit together.