Currently listening to: I Remember You – Skid Row
Remember yesterday, walking hand in handLove letters in the sand, I remember youThrough the sleepless nights through every endless dayI’d want to hear you say, I remember you oh oh
What word would you use to describe this phase of your life?
Prompt snagged from: TCMC
Right now? I’d say I’m deep in my “I’m an adult but I wish I was back in high school” era because I’m over glamorizing hustle culture.
I work three jobs (one per diem, one part time, and one full time) and then I have a side gig on top of that. And no, this doesn’t include feet finder either.
It really depends on the kind of day that I’m having at work. I can’t control what happens at work, I can only control myself.
- Some days, I’m rotting in bed, scrolling until my eyes blur, convincing myself that rest is productive while ignoring every notification like it’s the plague.
- Other days, I wake up thinking, “I’mma do me,” ready to conquer every to-do list, vision board, and self-help TikTok that crosses my feed.
- Sometimes I adore people—strangers with kind eyes, friends who check in, the barista who remembers my name. I feel connected. Human.
- But then something shifts and I spiral into “people are trash” territory. Especially, when I see what’s going on in this country.
- One minute, I’m on a budget—tracking expenses, meal-prepping, reminding myself that future me deserves stability.
- Then the next minute, I’m clicking “add to cart” because, hey, I’ve survived this much—I deserve a little joy, right?
- It feels like me against the world. Like I’ve got to carry it all on my own shoulders.
- But at the same time… I’m just a girl. Soft, tired, trying. Wanting to be held.
- Some days, I love this life. The messiness, the potential, the beauty of it all.
- And other days, I just want to scream into a pillow because… fuck this life.
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