I’m not disappointed, I don’t think I’m not meant to be who I am, but when did this all happen? When did children show up? Where am I?
Words and images from a frustrated artist raising twins.
I’m not disappointed, I don’t think I’m not meant to be who I am, but when did this all happen? When did children show up? Where am I?
Most mellow mid-life crisis I’ve ever read.
Resonant, sure. Truth? Yeah. But that is one chill freakout, yo.
My sentiments exactly.