i saw ^that online that felt like my brain on paper.
i’d like to add on:

The Foxhole.
being social.
rihanna’s social media presence.
the person i stay with.
the person i stay with.
THE PERSON I STAY WITH.
my own space.
my own space.
MY OWN SPACE.

…and i’m sure there are more in the reserves.
everything in my head is talking at once,
and it made me realize something…

life is loud.
adulting is loud.
“all of this shit sucks” is loud.

…and lately,
i feel like i haven’t had a quiet moment to myself.
even during the day,
i can’t find peace even in the quiet.
hell,
my brain “beez” like:

“what time is the person i stay with coming home?”
“are they gonna be moody?”
“did i do something?”
“WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS?”

i don’t remember life feeling like this before the 20s.
in better times,
things moved slower.
now it feels like:

everything is urgent
everything wants our attention
everything that needs our attention is out of arms reach.
everything terrible happening in and around our lives catches our attention first.

no one is happy and everything is just fuckin’ loud.

…and it don’t matter if you are poor or rich.
if you are poor,
you are trying to become rich to help things slow down.
if you’re rich,
you remember when you were poor and things felt slower.
in a nutshell:

in this adulting thing in 2026,
it’s always something.
it made me wonder are we actually living or…

…just constantly responding to something?