i sat in that empty room for hours because i forgot i was supposed to be at a funeral. nobody called me, i just stared at the wall wondering how i could forget something like that.
lost my favorite mug in the move — the one with all the little chips that made it “unique.” it’s funny how something so small feels like losing a piece of myself, like a ghost that haunts my mornings now.
so i threw this dinner party to celebrate my kid’s big news, and instead of cheers, my friends were like “guess we’re not coming anymore” which is cool because the lasagna literally took me all day, but like i didn’t know i was also signing up for a popularity contest with the whole neighborhood and my face when everyone just left was probably priceless, maybe i should sell tickets next time
so i threw this dinner party to celebrate my kid’s big news, and instead of cheers, my friends were like “guess we’re not coming anymore” which is cool because the lasagna literally took me all day, but like i didn’t know i was also signing up for a popularity contest with the whole neighborhood and my face when everyone just left was probably priceless, maybe i should sell tickets next time
sometimes i lie awake thinking about the times i avoided confrontation — missed chances that haunt me like shadows. it feels easier to just stay quiet but i wonder what it would be like to just scream at the top of my lungs and say how i really feel.