job hunting can start to feel endless, like effort without meaning. a reflection on modern hiring, automation, and the quiet exhaustion of waiting for something real to happen.

autism doesn’t always look the way people expect. for me, it shows up in routines, challenges, and small comforts that keep life steady. over time, I’ve learned how masking, sensitivity, and self-acceptance shape my everyday life and how being on the spectrum has become part of who I am.

I used to wish I had the kind of college experience where I could focus only on school. But I’ve learned that my own path matters too. Learning keeps me active, grounded, and growing, reminding me that progress isn’t always about perfection but about persistence.

Sometimes I wonder if anything I create really matters. What’s the point of making something that could disappear? Yet in that question, I’ve found quiet meaning, to keep building, learning, and creating, even if no one sees it. Because maybe the point isn’t to change the world, but to find light and share it, no matter how small.

Sometimes it’s not the lyrics or the artist, it’s something about the sound itself. For a few minutes, you just feel alive again. That rush is called frisson, the moment music slips past all your reasoning and just makes you feel. It’s not just sound, it’s connection. A reminder that your capacity to feel deeply is still there, even when it hides.

“my version of lonely” explores my personal encounters with missed connections, changing friendships, and the quiet ways we cope when we’re not sure we truly belong.

a quiet reflection on the pressure to hold it all together. it’s about the cycle of expectations, exhaustion from emotional burnout, and the possibility that things don’t always have to stay this way.

a reflection on emotional pain, the patterns it creates, and how healing begins with self-awareness, compassion, and the choice to respond differently.