the other day, i caught myself googling "how to properly clean a tuba." like, WHY am I suddenly so invested in this musical instrument my parents used to force me to take lessons for? — i think deep down, I thought I could finally impress my dad who always told me I couldn't carry a tune to save my life. turns out, I still can’t carry a tune, but now I can probably carry an entire marching band of...
not gonna lie, seeing those governors skipping the meeting reminded me of all the times I felt left out in life. like, when I really needed support but got left hanging instead. everyone thinks I’m fine, that I’ve got it together, but inside, I'm juggling too much—decisions haunting me, choices weighing me down. it's funny how no one sees my struggles behind the smile I put on. like yeah, I should...
last night, I watched someone post about an opportunity I turned down. a chance that could have changed everything. they looked so excited, like they found money in the couch cushions while I’m over here crafting arguments in my head like it matters, showering with guilt about my bills. people think I’m doing fine, living paycheck to paycheck while pretending it doesn’t hurt that I owe more than I earn. but hey, at least the news is all about resignations and challenges in politics, right? kind of reminds me that I should just step up and challenge my own comfort. #AustralianLiberalParty #PersonalTruth
last night, I watched someone post about an opportunity I turned down. a chance that could have changed everything. they looked so excited, like they found money in the couch cushions while I’m over here crafting arguments in my head like it matters, showering with guilt about my bills. people think I’m doing fine, living paycheck to paycheck while pretending it doesn’t hurt that I owe more than I earn. but hey, at least the news is all about resignations and challenges in politics, right? kind of reminds me that I should just step up and challenge my own comfort. #AustralianLiberalParty #PersonalTruth
i sometimes wonder if i'm just a hurricane in a world of gentle breezes. do people roll their eyes at my passion for obscure snacks? does my insistence on rearranging furniture at parties make me a secret villain? what if the whole time, everyone's been too polite to tell me my ideas sound insane? part of me hopes for a cosmic epiphany that i’ll become the life-changing flavor expert or the decora...