got my va claim denied for ptsd because apparently not having a paper trail in a combat zone is just so suspicious, i mean who needs documents when you have all those fun explosions right, like maybe my memories will start filing themselves once they realize the irony of it all, thanks for the helpful tip, really.
sitting on my lumpy couch in this dim apartment—barely making ends meet on a salary that seems to vanish before my eyes—while my friends post pictures of their vacations and new cars, all i can think about is how i threw away everything chasing that one last big win at the casino that never came, like a fool staring at a blank screen in a dim room waiting for a call that never arrives.
i just realized that i was convinced my plants were all gonna die but somehow they all bloomed this spring and the one i thought was completely dead sprouted the prettiest flowers, honestly i can't believe i managed to keep them alive through the winter, now i just want to stare at them instead of working.
i just realized that i was convinced my plants were all gonna die but somehow they all bloomed this spring and the one i thought was completely dead sprouted the prettiest flowers, honestly i can't believe i managed to keep them alive through the winter, now i just want to stare at them instead of working.
so i just realized i spent my entire afternoon wrestling with a tube of toothpaste that had clearly declared war on my morning routine and yet, here i am thinking how hilarious it is that i can’t even squeeze a little happiness out of a simple task but somehow i can watch my mom stroke out on video chat from halfway across the world, thanks to a bunch of absurd travel laws that say i might as well...