Another day another barely suppressed existential crisis.
Like these days feel a lot better but I’m still like… not quite awake, IDK. I’m trying to embrace letting myself explore but I still feel the need to choose something and perfect it.
And I’m still so divided, like I feel like I’m losing my chance to invest in interests aside from art, but I feel like I’m never doing enough with them anyway.
Idk life is weird.

















