just watched my neighbor buy a brand new car while my twenty-year-old piece of junk is held together by tape and wishful thinking, i mean i work two jobs at this awful diner making less than my rent and honestly the only thing i have going for me is a collection of vinyls that i can’t even afford a turntable for.
i used to keep all my journals locked away, like there was something too heavy in them to share, now i see it was mostly just regret and lost dreams that felt silly to hold onto. when i finally threw them out last week, it felt like letting go of a weight that never really mattered, but still, now it just feels empty.
was in a meeting and nervously blurted out “i really like jellybeans” right after the manager said we need to tighten budgets, so now my coworkers keep teasing me and i wish the ground would just swallow me whole, but like can we talk about the quality of jellybeans tho
was in a meeting and nervously blurted out “i really like jellybeans” right after the manager said we need to tighten budgets, so now my coworkers keep teasing me and i wish the ground would just swallow me whole, but like can we talk about the quality of jellybeans tho
i just spent an hour looking for a lost sock and all i can think about is how it probably got up and started a new life while im here searching for something that doesn't even matter anymore.