i was scrolling through my old art projects and felt a mix of pride and embarrassment, like looking back at a cringey ex. everyone told me i had talent, but i let it slip away, convinced that nobody cared about a half-finished sketch or a forgotten canvas in my closet. now i have a million contacts, but when im low, the only thing that listens is that silent paintbrush. who knew the real struggle ...
do you ever accidentally let your true feelings slip out and it feels like a slow-motion train wreck? i sent a text meant for my friend about feeling lost and lonely to the very person i was complaining about. i hit send and my heart dropped. suddenly, it felt like the world was too small and i was too exposed. why do we hide so much when we crave connection? life just feels so overwhelming someti...
last night, while scrolling through old photos, I realized the only ones I actually miss are the ones where we looked happy but inside, I felt so alone. now I keep pretending to cheer for things like the broncos while thinking about how I can barely cheer for myself anymore. it’s funny how you can be surrounded by people but nobody truly sees you, especially when you’re stuck smiling and nodding to avoid the silence. I don’t even know who would care to ask if I am okay. #Broncos #lostconnections
last night, while scrolling through old photos, I realized the only ones I actually miss are the ones where we looked happy but inside, I felt so alone. now I keep pretending to cheer for things like the broncos while thinking about how I can barely cheer for myself anymore. it’s funny how you can be surrounded by people but nobody truly sees you, especially when you’re stuck smiling and nodding to avoid the silence. I don’t even know who would care to ask if I am okay. #Broncos #lostconnections
wait, I just found out about the Scotland vs England cricket match, and honestly—while everyone’s buzzing about that, I’m sitting here staring at my unopened painting supplies. it feels like the world's moving on without me—every brushstroke I’ve thought about has become a ghost of a past hobby, while my walls mock my untapped creativity. yaar, matlab samjho na, sometimes it’s not just about the g...