sobbing phone calls in the backyard and oh my god, i hate all of this. a tug in my stomach. and is it just me, or is the night sky is covered in sleep dust?
i don’t want to this. i really, really don’t want to do this. but here i am anyhow. stuck in the same place as always.
here i am. falling apart at the seams. broken bones, and sour breath, and last-minute pipe dreams.
breathing too fast, and fighting off the urge to scream.
