the way that everyone expects me to outperform my cousin who’s having panic attacks, while I’m just sitting here figuring out how to handle the fact that I cry at ads for orange juice. when will my family realize that being the ‘responsible one’ feels less like a compliment and more like a punishment? but hey, at least nobody asks me how I’m really doing. we all keep pretending like that makes it ...
it's funny how colombo weather keeps coming up, like everyone is more excited about flying there than about their actual lives. meanwhile, i watch all my exes getting married and living these picture-perfect lives. i’m here, still trying to figure out who i am without the person who was supposed to be my forever. sometimes i wonder if anyone will actually love me, or if i just make a good backup p...
i turned down an opportunity to be part of a community art project. it was just too out there for me, and now i see my friend’s mural lit up on every corner like a beacon. sometimes, i stand in the middle of a busy street and pretend like it’s me they’re cheering for, imagining the joy i could’ve felt, even if it’s all in my head.
i turned down an opportunity to be part of a community art project. it was just too out there for me, and now i see my friend’s mural lit up on every corner like a beacon. sometimes, i stand in the middle of a busy street and pretend like it’s me they’re cheering for, imagining the joy i could’ve felt, even if it’s all in my head.
it’s 4:15 pm and I am sitting on a park bench watching a woman feed pigeons, but it’s more than that. in my head, she is a retired teacher who once inspired a thousand kids with her kindness but now sits here alone, reminiscing about the laughter that filled her classroom. every crumb she tosses seems like a moment she wishes she could take back, as if to say "this was once a part of something bea...