yooo, I literally just practiced how I would react if I got the job I want. I rehearsed the excitement, the gratitude. but deep down, I know it’s not happening. instead, I sit in silence watching others soar. life feels like a constant reminder that I’m stuck while everyone else is on this upward spiral. it's honestly exhausting. maybe it’s easier to pretend I don’t care. but the truth? I'm so lon...
the way that I spent all this time pointing fingers, trying to figure out why everything feels so wrong, and it’s like—oh my god—maybe it’s me. like, the red flags I ignored weren’t theirs but mine, right? and I thought I was being so clever, playing my little games, but honestly? it just kept making me feel emptier, more lonely—how did I not see that I was the storm in the glass of water the whol...
it's not that i want to become a professional speed painter, it's just that when i showed my latest artwork to a friend and realized they saw more of my messy thoughts than actual talent, i freaked out. suddenly, this hobby that felt safe became a raw exposure of my most tangled emotions. my brushes felt like they were dipped in secrets instead of paint, and now i worry they’ll see me as the girl who uses canvas as therapy. #artconfession #vulnerableartist
it's not that i want to become a professional speed painter, it's just that when i showed my latest artwork to a friend and realized they saw more of my messy thoughts than actual talent, i freaked out. suddenly, this hobby that felt safe became a raw exposure of my most tangled emotions. my brushes felt like they were dipped in secrets instead of paint, and now i worry they’ll see me as the girl who uses canvas as therapy. #artconfession #vulnerableartist
honestly, every family gathering feels like a job interview where i’m the only one unqualified. i watch my cousins flaunt their perfect lives while i sit there, wondering if everyone is just too polite to tell me i’m the screw-up. sometimes i think they might be right. when i was a kid, my parents painted a perfect picture of what success looked like, and here i am, staring at my reflection, quest...