so my family sends me this sympathy card for a “loss” that’s like—so outdated and wrong—flowers addressed to my old name and I just. can’t believe they think that’s even close to appropriate—why do they even bother if they don’t see me for who I really am?
so my coworker literally asked me if i was going to "try again" after i just had a miscarriage like can you imagine thinking about that while i’m still figuring out how to feel about the last five months, like i lost two kids not my sneakers.
had to explain to my dad why we don’t wear pajamas to the grocery store anymore, and then he forgot what groceries were so now we just wander around looking at stuff like it’s a museum exhibit. also, do you think the exhibits will start asking me how the weather is too?
had to explain to my dad why we don’t wear pajamas to the grocery store anymore, and then he forgot what groceries were so now we just wander around looking at stuff like it’s a museum exhibit. also, do you think the exhibits will start asking me how the weather is too?
i just spent an hour cleaning the dust off my old record player that i never use and kept thinking about how my friend is out there playing gigs in big venues while i sit in this tiny apartment with walls that are peeling, the same three albums spinning over and over, and sometimes it feels like my whole life is just waiting for something to change but then nothing does.