i just realized it is 9pm and i have not eaten all day. i guess when you are stuck at home working on a freelance project, the hours just slip by while you see all your friends thriving and traveling and here i am, staring at my barely-there apartment, stomach growling while thinking how did i let this happen again.
sitting in my tiny apartment, still unpacked boxes everywhere and scrolling through social media just feels like a punch to the gut. my friends are out there landing jobs and moving into houses while i'm just… yeah, that’s me in the background still struggling to find the strength to get out of bed, wondering how i let everything fall apart.
i spent all this time perfecting my cereal pouring technique just to learn it means nothing when your hand does not cooperate anymore, like i literally did not know how much you need to put in just to get it right but now i am the proud owner of several bowls of milk with a side of confusion.
i spent all this time perfecting my cereal pouring technique just to learn it means nothing when your hand does not cooperate anymore, like i literally did not know how much you need to put in just to get it right but now i am the proud owner of several bowls of milk with a side of confusion.
sometimes i think about how long it has been since i felt the sun on my skin or heard real laughter instead of whatever plays on my phone. i miss the small things that i used to take for granted, but now they feel like memories of someone else's life.