sitting in my cramped studio, the peeling paint and mismatched furniture always reminds me how far behind i feel. my friend just bought her first house, and i keep scrolling through her posts while thinking about how my biggest achievement this year was remembering to change the cat litter on time.
sometimes i just think about how my old journal is filled with words i can’t show anyone, memories that are fading, like trying to hold water in my hands. the other day i opened my contacts and felt that weird emptiness, like every name was just a reminder that i don’t have anyone left who really knows me.
so my daughter got pregnant at sixteen and somehow everyone thinks it is my fault. like parenting is a lottery and here i am watching billionaires in space while i just try to figure out how to win the next round of life.
so my daughter got pregnant at sixteen and somehow everyone thinks it is my fault. like parenting is a lottery and here i am watching billionaires in space while i just try to figure out how to win the next round of life.
sonic drive-in turns into a war zone, 4 people shot, and why? because everybody’s got a beef now, it’s just fast food chaos! some people should stick to fries and burgers instead of packing heat