fuck man it’s like 2am and i’m staring out this window at the pottery studio across the street again— it’s ALWAYS lit up. like ppl in there LIVING their best lives making little bowls and shit. meanwhile i’m here, another excel spreadsheet staring me down for tomorrow. art history degree lol what was i thinking? now it’s all corporate health insurance and PowerPoints. seriously makes me wanna smash my laptop— what if i just went over there?? quit this bullshit. just walked in and smelled the clay and never came back. ugh.