self-confidence below sea level
i hope all the food i left in your cabinets is moldy
feeling heavy but not knowing where to put all the things making you heavy cause everything’s kinda clouded. i want to feel the weight of you, on top of me, accepting me. just feeling overwhelmingly empty. doing everything but still not feeling enough. just numb. but like numbness that you can feel in a terrible way.
i will be in new york city on friday. i can't stop thinking about paris, sadness, and the horror of inhumane humanity.