so i finally decided to clean out the junk drawer and honestly, i found things in there from like, the early 2000s, and it just hit me how much time has passed while i was just collecting stuff, like when did i even think a broken keychain or expired coupons were worth saving, i literally need to be more ruthless but also, why was i even keeping this mess in the first place.
traded my scalpel for a delivery bag and now my biggest medical concern is if that pizza is cold or just disappointing, like wow, dreams really do come true in a really sad and twisted way, but hey, at least I know how to apply a band-aid with flair while I wait for the next order
why did i say yes to going to that pottery class tomorrow like i need more random shards of clay embedded in my life goals, just waiting for the instructor to turn my struggle bus into a freaking masterpiece when i know it's just gonna look like something a toddler made in a food coma. is there a class on how to escape social obligations or did i accidentally sign up for the comedy show that is my life?
why did i say yes to going to that pottery class tomorrow like i need more random shards of clay embedded in my life goals, just waiting for the instructor to turn my struggle bus into a freaking masterpiece when i know it's just gonna look like something a toddler made in a food coma. is there a class on how to escape social obligations or did i accidentally sign up for the comedy show that is my life?
turning 40 alone in my tiny studio, sitting on the floor surrounded by takeout containers while everyone else is posting about their fancy parties and vacations feels like a sick joke, like how did i end up eating cold sesame chicken while scrolling through photos of friends hitting milestones and getting promotions in their nice houses when i can barely pay my rent and the only celebration i had ...