just spent the afternoon organizing my collection of old books and now the smell of musty paper has me thinking about that time i wrote a letter to a friend i lost track of but never sent it because i was too afraid of rejection. feeling kinda silly that a piece of paper holds so much weight, and now there’s no one left to call when you find a long-lost favorite.
sitting in my tiny apartment, watching my neighbor turn their kitchen into a perfect little garden, while my window is cracked and has that weird mildew smell. their life just feels so vibrant and mine is a mess of old takeout boxes and an overdue rent notice — just trying to hold it together but it gets harder each day...
i keep thinking about how i had that one incredible moment when i saw a sunset from a different part of town and wanted to tell someone but i just sat in my car and drove home feeling this weight like i forgot something important and nobody gets it but they could if i just reached out but my phone just sat there—still, untouched, a reminder of the emptiness.
i keep thinking about how i had that one incredible moment when i saw a sunset from a different part of town and wanted to tell someone but i just sat in my car and drove home feeling this weight like i forgot something important and nobody gets it but they could if i just reached out but my phone just sat there—still, untouched, a reminder of the emptiness.
just got back from the dentist and somehow not only survived but actually had a pleasant chat with the hygienist? i was dreading this for weeks thinking they would find cavities or something but nope, just a clean bill of health and now i feel like i can breathe again.