love is a ruthless game

it's been one of those of weeks... park that car drop that phone sleep on the floor dream about me!

oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah im so grateful for the small joys

every time someones says "hey how are you" and i say "good" and forget to add the "how about you?" i feel like i've missed a quicktime event

it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible

in some way i have failed every single social interaction i have ever had

excited for what's to come but at the same time thinking about the future makes me sick to my stomach