sometimes i think about that random moment last summer when i spent an hour organizing my bookshelf, felt so proud but still, the silence was louder than the clatter of books and now every time i see a spine i remember how nice it felt to have that order but also how completely alone i was with my thoughts.
stopped by the nursing home again and somehow had to listen to the same terrible elevator music on repeat. it just hits different knowing my siblings would rather be doing anything else but checking in on our mom, like am i the only one who cares enough to give her a few minutes of conversation.
overheard my coworkers talking about their bonuses and how they were taking trips and buying new cars. meanwhile, i am still here in this tiny apartment, just wishing i could afford decent takeout without feeling guilty.
overheard my coworkers talking about their bonuses and how they were taking trips and buying new cars. meanwhile, i am still here in this tiny apartment, just wishing i could afford decent takeout without feeling guilty.
so i was trying to order food in this new country and totally mixed up the words for 'spicy' and 'nice' in the menu and the guy just stared at me like i was insane. ended up with a huge plate of the spiciest food i have ever tasted and it was literally a disaster, had to chug water the whole night while trying not to cry in public.