i just caught myself googling jalen brunson's latest antics like my life depends on it. i mean, who cares what a stranger thinks about a teammate being annoying, right? but here i am, way too invested in this drama while my own life feels like a low-budget reality show with no plot twists. sometimes, i think if i knew less about athletes' lives, maybe i'd feel less lost in my own. #JalenBrunson #e...
no because sometimes i catch myself planning how i would handle an apocalypse while washing the dishes like, okay, but would i be the lone survivor or the first one gone? and i pretend to rally a group, naming future kids after people who don't even know they exist, like that's gonna make it better - it’s wild how even in the most mundane tasks, i create these elaborate dramas for the most ridicul...
it's not that i don't have people to talk to. it's just that nobody sees the real me behind the facade. my closest friend told someone about that stupid fear i have of running out of ideas when i write. now, the whole group pretends to be supportive while knowing my secret. i can feel the distance grow as they joke about creativity. a sea of faces, but none of them really know my struggles. funny how you can feel so lonely in a crowd.
it's not that i don't have people to talk to. it's just that nobody sees the real me behind the facade. my closest friend told someone about that stupid fear i have of running out of ideas when i write. now, the whole group pretends to be supportive while knowing my secret. i can feel the distance grow as they joke about creativity. a sea of faces, but none of them really know my struggles. funny how you can feel so lonely in a crowd.
not gonna lie, seeing people rave about blockchain applications while I can barely grasp how to upgrade my outdated laptop feels like a cruel joke. yaar, matlab, I spend my nights devouring every tech podcast, hoping it will spark some creativity in this monotonous life. everyone keeps talking about these futuristic solutions, but here I am, staring at a screen that’s almost 10 years old, question...