Cunt Face

excuse me if this makes very little sense as i have been drinking and it is almost eleven pm on a wednesday but today i walked into my favourite cafe and the frenchman who makes my coffee, didier, told me about how he had just discovered that the woman who had left as I came in happened to live on the same street as his brother, “isn’t the world remarkable?” he said to me. I laughed, “don’t you wonder about how many people you meet on a daily basis that you have something in common with without realising?”

I always feel like I’m trying to figure something out. I'm always lost inside my head and it feels like I’ve always lived in a big maze and I can’t find the exit to happiness. I want to get out. I’ve tried but I always end up getting trapped by doubt. I want to stop feeling confused and inadequate. I want to get out, but what if I get even more lost by figuring things out?