i swear every single time i take the bus there’s this one guy who just has to stand by the door and talk about absolutely nothing for the whole ride, like i cannot deal with the noise and the same pointless story over and over, and it feels like a black hole of time and patience that just sucks all my energy away, ugh.
i was convinced that cake i baked for the office would be a disaster, like everyone would pretend to like it but secretly be grossed out, but everyone actually loved it, like literally RAVED about it, and now i feel like a baking genius or something. just thinking about how i almost canceled it and now it feels like a win in this otherwise chaotic life.
spent all day cleaning the garage because it felt productive but really just avoided thinking about how everything is falling apart and the only thing left is this weird collection of junk i used to care about, scrolling through it feels like trying to remember something important but all i can think about is how none of it matters now
spent all day cleaning the garage because it felt productive but really just avoided thinking about how everything is falling apart and the only thing left is this weird collection of junk i used to care about, scrolling through it feels like trying to remember something important but all i can think about is how none of it matters now
sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and remember the moment i chose to stay quiet, i can still hear the sound of the flowers hitting the table and his voice saying "i am sorry." and then i just lie there, pretending it never happened but it did, and now it feels like all those years have been spent hiding.