sometimes i wonder if i chose the wrong job, like maybe i should have followed my passion instead of this never-ending grind. 45 minutes with my kids feels like a cruel joke when i spend hours on the road just to afford rent.
sometimes when i hear a siren it feels like the whole world is crashing down all over again, like a reminder that everything is still waiting to pull me under, and people just don’t see how heavy that really is.
i stood in front of the mirror—remembering that time i spent two hours debating if i should wear a sweater or a jacket and just never went out at all because i couldn’t shake the feeling of not belonging anywhere—now i can barely remember the last time i felt like i could just be with someone without worrying if they even want to see me.
i stood in front of the mirror—remembering that time i spent two hours debating if i should wear a sweater or a jacket and just never went out at all because i couldn’t shake the feeling of not belonging anywhere—now i can barely remember the last time i felt like i could just be with someone without worrying if they even want to see me.
sat in the emergency room and when they asked for an emergency contact i just sat there. five years in this city and not one name to give, guess thats how it goes.