Stories: if you are navigating a tough time right now, remember that you have the strengt…

was going through old boxes and found my high school yearbook. flipping through it made me feel really weird because i can't remember who most of these people are but i used to think they mattered so much.

i just stared at the ceiling for an hour after finding a half-eaten sandwich from last week under my bed, my mind racing with where everything went wrong and how it’s all just slipping away, like, did i really let it get to this point?

sometimes i think about the times i could have reached out to my family but just didn’t, it eats at me that i chose to be silent while they were worried sick, now i feel like a ghost even in the spaces i used to belong to.