Little Talks
I don’t want to be deeply emotionally available to every person I happen upon.
I don’t want to be deeply emotionally available to every person I happen upon.
And the obvious solution is to turn off the lights.
I readied myself to finally be the one disappearing into the muddy vegetation while my siblings made sideline sports commentary about my efforts.
No one else can carry me to the finish line.
I think everyone should be allowed to have a few things on their mind, so long as they get sorted out eventually.
It’s 8:38 on a Friday night and I am nowhere near anything that can be described as “cool.”
Those are the things that the metadata leaves out.
I felt like I could drive literally anywhere in the world. And I loved that feeling. And I hated that I loved it.
I am too young to be having a midlife crisis and too old for a quarter-life one.