so i went to the DMV to get a new license and ended up in a three-hour existential crisis where i stared at a guy who kept making balloon animals for himself and when i finally got to the counter they told me my documents were not the right shade of off-white and i was like wow, even my paperwork has to be more presentable than me, cool.
woke up this morning and found a sock that fell behind the couch and now im convinced it must have a whole life story i missed out on, like did it see anything crazy while it was back there? all i know is it’s all alone now and im thinking maybe it’s happier than me but that probably says more about me than the sock, right?
stood in the aisle and completely blanked on what i was looking for. then it hit me like i have lost the only reason i came here but still had to pretend like everything was fine.
stood in the aisle and completely blanked on what i was looking for. then it hit me like i have lost the only reason i came here but still had to pretend like everything was fine.
i just opened the last box of old stuff from the garage and found a weird collection of spoons and my old trophies from middle school sports but it all just feels like a reminder of wasted time or something, like what was even the point of keeping these, just clutter now.