just ran into my old art teacher at the coffee shop and literally could not remember her name so i just kept smiling and saying "you" like i was trying to be cool but inside i was dying because she caught me staring at the bulletin board for a solid five minutes debating if i wanted a muffin or a scone or both.
i literally just found my old sketchbook from high school and it has the most embarrassing doodles of people i used to crush on, like why did i even think that was a good idea, ugh.
i literally just found my old sketchbook from high school and it has the most embarrassing doodles of people i used to crush on, like why did i even think that was a good idea, ugh.
some days i stare at the wall and imagine my life if i had just left when things got hard — instead, i am stuck and wonder if it is selfish to wish for freedom even just for a moment. sometimes i think about the way my parent used to laugh, and i hate that all i feel now is exhaustion.