sitting at this coffee shop, the one with the weird art on the walls, and watching the barista get a message from someone telling her they are moving into a nice place and it just makes me think about how my friend is always posting about their latest trip and my cheap studio feels like a cage now, like why can't i figure out how to do anything but tread water, sometimes i just want to escape this...
i used to write letters to my younger self and pretend they would magically fix everything but now it just feels like a sad way to process how i let my dreams fade. nobody knows how much i wish i could go back and change things, but now it feels too late.
so i was at this work meeting trying to explain our new project and somehow accidentally called our lead 'mom' instead of 'tom' and it was like 10 seconds of total silence before everyone erupted in laughter and i just wanted to disappear.
so i was at this work meeting trying to explain our new project and somehow accidentally called our lead 'mom' instead of 'tom' and it was like 10 seconds of total silence before everyone erupted in laughter and i just wanted to disappear.
just realized the corner coffee shop where i spent literally every weekend since high school is now a fancy wine bar, like i am now paying more to be sad and nostalgic, honestly what is wrong with the world, can i get a refund on my memories or at least a discount on my heartache