Sunday night, it’s the emotional equivalent of buffering.
Nothing’s wrong, technically, but everything feels off.
I started the day with sunshine and serotonin. Naive mistake.
By dinner, Monday was looming like a badly parked thought I can’t unsee.
I reached for snacks like they were therapy.
That biscuit chocolate bar. Judged me like I was its disappointing child.
Even the kettle sighed.
Tomorrow expects passwords, alertness, and a functioning brain.
All I’ve got is a vague hope caffeine performs miracles.
Catch me whispering into my mug:
“You’ve got this.”
“You don’t, but it’s cute that you try.”
“Camera off. Soul intact.”
CREDITS
Noa crochet top from KiB Designs
Akira cargo pants from Erratic
Reema EVOX head from CATWA
Victoria hair from DOUX
Kait skin from the Skinnery in Sorbet
Luna body skin from the Skinnery
Classic mesh body from Legacy
Shot on location at Sous Les Olivier’s
Isabelle Cheren 