stood in the aisle and completely blanked on what i was looking for. then it hit me like i have lost the only reason i came here but still had to pretend like everything was fine.
i just opened the last box of old stuff from the garage and found a weird collection of spoons and my old trophies from middle school sports but it all just feels like a reminder of wasted time or something, like what was even the point of keeping these, just clutter now.
so after 18 months of fighting to prove i am who i say i am, my identity is like that shirt you buy but wear once then lose at the back of the closet and suddenly you realize it’s literally been worn by a hundred strangers who probably look way better in it than i ever did, great, thanks universe.
so after 18 months of fighting to prove i am who i say i am, my identity is like that shirt you buy but wear once then lose at the back of the closet and suddenly you realize it’s literally been worn by a hundred strangers who probably look way better in it than i ever did, great, thanks universe.
i just tried making those tiny paper cranes after watching a video and somehow managed to fold like ten without losing my mind, i thought it was gonna turn into a total disaster but wow they actually look kind of decent, who knew i could find a moment of peace in this chaotic week, like, can you believe that?