mind full

i got on the train and accidentally knocked over someone’s leftover slurpee. it barely hit the ground but the damage was already done. shit travelled near and far. hit someone’s laptop bag 😭😭😭 bruhh. the carriage was chock a block too. so i just stayed there next to my mess. feeling like a child who had pissed their pants. in the seat of shame

people will tell me weed Isn’t Really A Drug but then only smoke with me in hidden alleyways and stress over whether their eyes are red

and if you defend the existence of jobs solely because they are a source of income for people …………

to feel alive through love and not fear

losing my mind to find a new one

ethically messy

stop asking me about my screen time 😭😭✋

it’s so fucking hard to have hope

everything changes but i feel mostly the same. my strength wavers. but that’s about it