The deep red and purple stretch marks on my hips that appeared out of nowhere a couple of weeks ago
The polished images and perfect life I project on Instagram
Scrutinising every little mistake I have ever made
Worrying that those I love will never love me the way that I love them
Feeling like I’ll never measure up
The book on motherhood that sits on my bedside table and makes me question what I want my future to look like
Phone calls
The embarrassment of my existence
The potential death of my loved ones
The cold
My shortcomings
Whether they think about me
The geopolitical climate and how selfish we all are
My financial decisions and whether or not I'm making good choices
Tiktok
The existential dread of each tomorrow
Loneliness
American Teenager by Ethel Cain
Jealousy
Romanticising the past
Whether I have a soul, and if I will continue to exist
Writing my thoughts
Thinking about the future
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