some days i wish the elevator was just permanently broken so i wouldnt feel guilty for not going anywhere. like, maybe then i could convince myself i was safer up here, away from all the things i really don’t want to deal with.
i keep scrolling through my contacts thinking about this friend i used to be really close with, but it just feels like that was another life or something, like the messages are just ghosts of conversations that never happened, and i can never actually bring myself to hit send.
so i was at this local market trying to buy some fruit and ended up mixing up the words for apples and underwear in front of the vendor—like i confidently asked for a kilo of "underwear" instead of apples and the guy just stared at me like i was a total weirdo—my face was so hot i thought it might combust.
so i was at this local market trying to buy some fruit and ended up mixing up the words for apples and underwear in front of the vendor—like i confidently asked for a kilo of "underwear" instead of apples and the guy just stared at me like i was a total weirdo—my face was so hot i thought it might combust.
so the nursing home called AGAIN, my parent has taken another tumble and i can't decide if they have a thing for acrobatics or if the staff is just extra creative with their safety measures. third time this month and honestly i am starting to suspect they think a little tumble is just a new exercise plan, like a twisted version of bingo where instead of prizes, you just get a broken hip and an awk...