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Sweeter Studio
SARAH WONG
Graphic Designer | Zine Maker | Illustrator
sarahewongdesign@gmail.com
LA-area designer, working since 2018. Loves literally every piece of art they see, full of tattoos, always learning and growing.
Contact for resume and PDF portfolio.
Has Worked for
A Noise Within Theater
Vietnamese Film Festival
Laguna Playhouse
Brannan Center
Loves
Matcha Lattes
Tattoos
Colored Foil
Fun Earrings
Dungeons & Dragons
Evil Clowns
CONTACT
6.12.25
It’s midnight and I’m still up, just kind of overthinking in the same unpleasant spirals. My eyes are red from crying and my skin is covered in the acne that seems to never disappear. I’m lying in bed with my plush shark, underneath my weighted blanket and comforter. Emotionally, I’m picking at open wounds, tryng to make sense of the sudden and overpowering hole in my chest. I wish for sleep, but it eludes me in a cloudy layer above my ceiling.
I wish I understood love, I wish I knew how to make a relationship work. I feel like an idiot for investing so much time in something that takes more than it gives.
In therapy, I learned about “wise mind,” the voice in your head that is empathetic, kind, and reassuring. The opposite of an intrusive thought. I’ve learned that I need to listen to my wise voice and less to my more destructive impulses, and I’m trying to tap into that now. Find the kindness that I need so desperately. My wise mind says it was unavoidable, that the bitterness I feel is natural, that it wasn’t my fault. My wise mind says that this too shall pass.
Did you know the phrase “this too shall pass” is actually not in the Bible? A common misconception, the saying comes from a translated Persian proverb. I feel like it does sound rather expansive, like a proverb, perhaps a line from an old Psalm. I still find it useful even though its origins are foggy. Perhaps people, since the beginning of time, have understood the human experience. The heartbreak and coming together that seems intrinsic to life.
While I listen to ballads of betrayal by Olivia Rodrigo, I can’t help but feel a sense of emptiness. I know my life is full of love, trinkets, art, and appreciation but I still feel like I’m not enough sometimes. I’m almost 30 and I still live with my parents, don’t have a job, and haven’t been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year. I feel like a loser, a teenage dirtbag who never grew up. Did I waste too much time getting drunk in my early 20’s? Did I invest too much in my lemon of a car? In relationships that were doomed to go nowhere?