i remember telling my first crush about the accident and all he cared about was what color my shirt was like it mattered more than the fact that i was scared and then i never talked about it again like i somehow erased the whole thing with my silence.
sat on the bus for an hour today staring out the window and just thought about how strange it is that i’ve walked by that corner bakery every day and never once thought to actually go inside for a pastry like it’s just been there this whole time and it’s weird how i have all these places around me but never bother to try them like i’m just... stuck in the same routine and now i can't even remember...
so there i was, pretending to know how to help a coworker with their garden when they started talking about cross-pollination and my brain just went straight to thoughts of 8-bit video games and somehow i'm nodding along while imagining mario squashing flowers instead of, you know, offering actual advice, and now they probably think i am some sort of agricultural expert or something when i just came here for the free donuts.
so there i was, pretending to know how to help a coworker with their garden when they started talking about cross-pollination and my brain just went straight to thoughts of 8-bit video games and somehow i'm nodding along while imagining mario squashing flowers instead of, you know, offering actual advice, and now they probably think i am some sort of agricultural expert or something when i just came here for the free donuts.
i sat down to check my account and it was like getting punched in the gut when i saw there was barely enough for my meds this month, let alone anything extra like that doctor appointment i was dreading, and the thought of it just spirals into not being able to handle the rent and oh god that sleepless night ahead again.