Gemotions

I found it while scrolling through my feed, a casual click leading to a digital echo of my past. My college application essay was the featured story. I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat.

The essay, a declaration of my ambition to revolutionize the art world, felt foolish now, a relic of a younger, more hopeful self. The studio, which once buzzed with creative energy, now felt like a mausoleum, housing only unfinished projects and broken dreams.

The colors around me seemed muted, the world drained of its vibrancy. The urge to stay in bed all day was a constant temptation. The city lights, once a source of inspiration, now felt like a taunt. I slumped back into my chair, the weight of the world pressing down on me.