my worst nightmare is being stuck in this terribly boring town doing something mediocre.
i long to be simple minded.
i look forward to the darkness and the quiet. even though i am scared of it, that is the only time i feel something.
is my smudged mascara, black mini skirt, bruised knees, red eyes, hungover state aesthetic enough for you?
i take a deep breath in the mirror and think about how different i am now.
another valentine’s day without you is another year of melancholy.
it is now december, and i have been feeling this way since july. that i am an impostor in my own life.
i swear it almost rained. i swear it almost washed out the whole world. i swear i almost gave up.
when i can’t sleep at night, it is your memory playing in my head that keeps me awake.