what happened in may vulnerably can never happen again

i think the common thread in all of my most meaningful relationships romantic or otherwise is me running away

last summer i thought burnout and a few months of unemployment were the prerequisites for “farm psychosis” but im starting to think it’s something else entirely

listened to tunnel under ocean blvd for 2hrs while doommatching on dating apps in the bath until the water was lukewarm

some weeks are centuries

starting the hardest letter. maybe not hardest, maybe easiest, the hardest feelings to share maybe. so sincere! let me bleed all over u instead. show of love.

therapist asked me to make a timeline of bad stuff at an old job to see what if anything felt safe enough to share with my boyfriend at the time and i made the list and then called it off with him

have we considered ripping ourselves apart? for the enjoyment? for the stories?

in the thick of an moving half an hour away to start a new job while taking 0 days between it and my old job. i’m starting to feel it

there was a picture of me taken today and on my face is the most open joy and happiness i have seen captured on it in years

writing thank u cards i’m in hell