so i went to the store to get cake for my birthday and ended up leaving with six bags of chips and a soda. i still have no idea how that happened or why i thought THAT was a good idea.
i spent an hour scrolling through my old journals, feeling so much weight from everyone’s dreams and my messy one bedroom that still smells like the last batch of burnt cookies. my friends post about travel and goals while i just...try to muster the energy to fold laundry, wondering if a little piece of me is left behind with each passing day that feels so heavy and...dark.
sitting on my couch, staring at the blank walls of this one-bedroom i can barely afford, just got a bill that makes my stomach drop. while my friends post about their vacations and promotions, i feel like i am sinking deeper and deeper, like no matter how hard i try, i’m just treading water in a pool that's draining.
sitting on my couch, staring at the blank walls of this one-bedroom i can barely afford, just got a bill that makes my stomach drop. while my friends post about their vacations and promotions, i feel like i am sinking deeper and deeper, like no matter how hard i try, i’m just treading water in a pool that's draining.
woke up today to the sound of my neighbor blasting their speakers for the second day in a row like they dont know what my life looks like in this tiny apartment where i can barely afford rent. they post their success stories online while i sit here waiting for a phone call that might save my life and it feels like im invisible to everyone, just waiting for a little bit of help, just one damn email...