i literally walked into a random library just to escape the cold for a few hours and got stuck in this awkward convo with the librarian about the difference between poetry and prose that i still don't get but now i have this random book and i am supposed to be thankful but like. honestly i just wanted to read in peace.
sometimes i think about that day in middle school when i told someone a story and they asked what i was wearing, like did it matter, but now it makes me feel weird because i never even wore cool clothes. scrolling through my contacts feels pointless now, like what is the point of having numbers when no one ever answers anyway.
was looking at the ceiling and suddenly realized i still owe my high school best friend twenty bucks from 5 years ago. it’s dumb but it just hit me like wow, that small thing is part of my life now, just lingering.
was looking at the ceiling and suddenly realized i still owe my high school best friend twenty bucks from 5 years ago. it’s dumb but it just hit me like wow, that small thing is part of my life now, just lingering.
i was scrolling through my contacts the other day and realized i haven't spoken to my best friend in over a year, just a text i never sent sitting in my drafts. sometimes i feel like my only company is the sound of the kettle boiling, like all those chats were just a figment of some life i don’t have anymore.