sometimes i just think about how my dreams of being a writer turned into scrolling through gig apps instead. the stories in my head feel like dust collecting in a corner while i deliver food to people who don't even look up.
i spent all morning pacing my living room just to get enough courage to stand in a grocery store line for milk and people keep asking why i look fine when i can barely make it home without collapsing - if only they knew the weight of this invisible load.
i gave up a scholarship to a dream school for a chance to start fresh and now i sit here regretting it every single day, wondering if that was the stupidest decision i ever made, like really stupid.
i gave up a scholarship to a dream school for a chance to start fresh and now i sit here regretting it every single day, wondering if that was the stupidest decision i ever made, like really stupid.
waiting for this one message was unreal. like, every eight minutes, checking my phone and it just feels like TIME is standing still or something.