literally, I thought I’d finally figured out my hobby in art after a decade of dabbling, only to discover I’m way more interested in critiquing random paintings on the internet than creating my own. actually, I catch myself getting invested in these viral art fails, like, why would someone spend that much time on a piece that looks like it belongs in a kindergarten art show? it’s exhausting... whe...
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last night, I realized I left my favorite mug at my desk and now I can’t even look at my kitchen without getting mad. why do people think it’s okay to take what’s not theirs? it’s a coffee mug, not a trophy. the fact that it’s probably collecting dust while I sip from this generic cup feels like betrayal. how hard is it to just leave things alone?
last night, I realized I left my favorite mug at my desk and now I can’t even look at my kitchen without getting mad. why do people think it’s okay to take what’s not theirs? it’s a coffee mug, not a trophy. the fact that it’s probably collecting dust while I sip from this generic cup feels like betrayal. how hard is it to just leave things alone?
you know what’s wild? every time my family gets together, it’s like a game show called “who’s better?”—literally. my cousins are out here showcasing their achievements, while I’m just over here, like, can I breathe? the unasked questions are loud enough; “what are you doing with your life?” feels more like a blood sport. the pressure from my parents makes it feel like disappointing them is the onl...