been thinking about how i spent two hours organizing my sock drawer yesterday - it felt oddly satisfying but then i just sat there staring at all these perfectly folded socks like what does it even matter - all the laundry is still piled up and i can’t figure out what to do with my life
sitting here staring at the wall wondering when things got so messy, like how many times can i wash the same dish before it just gets ignored, it feels like cleaning is a task and a trap, am i really even here or just going through the motions, just empty.
found out my grandma died from a facebook post like she was some kind of monthly newsletter. guess that’s what happens when you miss family group texts and your life feels like a forgotten sitcom where everyone’s tuned out.
found out my grandma died from a facebook post like she was some kind of monthly newsletter. guess that’s what happens when you miss family group texts and your life feels like a forgotten sitcom where everyone’s tuned out.
so i was waiting for this important reply and ended up checking my phone every 8 minutes for 3 hours, only to realize it was sitting on the other side of the room this whole time. finally, it buzzed and i grabbed it like it was a fire alarm only to find a message from my grandma asking if i wanted more knitted sweaters.