got the couch out of storage cause the old one finally fell apart, but the damn thing has this weird musty smell and im just sitting here realizing i can’t afford a new one and every time i smell it i think about how i once thought i’d be able to buy a real nice couch that wouldn’t smell like regret.
i thought the landlord was going to boot me out when i was late with rent but he actually just said it was no problem, and honestly, i felt this weight lift off my chest like i could finally breathe again. after weeks of waiting for bad news, it turned into this weird relief and now i feel like i can take a step forward, who knew a conversation could feel so freeing.
sat in my tiny studio after another day at the same low-paying job and saw my roommate post about her promotion, felt like everything around me went silent, just the hum of the fridge. wish i could shake off this feeling but there’s still laundry piled in the corner and half-finished hobbies that just stare back at me...
sat in my tiny studio after another day at the same low-paying job and saw my roommate post about her promotion, felt like everything around me went silent, just the hum of the fridge. wish i could shake off this feeling but there’s still laundry piled in the corner and half-finished hobbies that just stare back at me...
finished a show and now the couch feels like a black hole of emptiness, just sat there staring at the wall trying to remember what life was like before all these characters became my best friends and now they are gone, like what do i even do with my evening.