so much of adulthood is just grieving in secret. grieving ex lovers, grieving dead friendships, grieving your parents sinking into old age, grieving the person you thought you'd grow into. grieving cities you never got to live in. grieving parts of you that couldn't survive.
the ugliest version of me is the version that comes out when I play board games. idk who she is but she is a monster she is not fit for human interaction