it’s so silly of me to act like I don’t need you bad
when all I can think about is us since I seen you last
I know I didn’t have to walk away, all I had to do was ask for space
🩵🎶
Listening age older than you just means your soul stole someone else’s attic. You’re rifling through your parents’ records, humming along to pain that isn’t technically yours, and honestly that’s attractive. It says you went looking. That you sat with lyrics instead of letting TikTok pick your mood. Old music ages you in the right way, puts some dust and cigarette smoke in your chest.
Listening age younger than you is funny because it can go two ways. Either you’re stuck in perpetual adolescence, mainlining Disney-core bops to avoid feeling anything with teeth, or you’re genuinely tapped into what kids are screaming to right now and that’s its own kind of feral. Psychiatric evaluation is probably deserved either way, but not because you’re broken. Just because your playlist is snitching on whatever you are refusing to grow through.
Thinking heavily about grief therapy. Skinner and I talked about it last night sending off balloons for my brother.
2 years in and the nightmares and crying episodes still won’t leave me alone. Lots of regret and anger for how it ended that I don’t know how to dig myself out
Skinner’s ready to go off on him. I’m ready to go off on him. But he says shit like ‘I’m only trying to help y’all out’ but if it were him and we sent a stranger to his house with no one home without getting permission from him first, he’d have already threatened to fight.
Fuck.
Found the source of the leak: crack in the tank.
Tried relying on my mom to get contact info for a family member that works on wells for a living. That somehow turned into my dad trying to bulldoze the situation and take over communication with the repair guy.
Skinner is
rightfully livid, so I get the brunt end of that while being busy as fuck at work.
Just for fuck’s sake, I don’t ask for help from family and this is why. My dad doesn’t have a regular 9 to 5 so he thinks he should be the one communicating WHEN HE HASNT EVEN CAME BY THE HOUSE.
Legs are crispy from mowing.
Blood sacrifice started on the worst day possible.
Watched the guys dig big hole, water line isn’t a quick fix. Too muddy to keep digging, so we’re back at the in-laws tonight.
Thank sutek for medicine and heat heating pads. Doubled over in pain
an acceptable excuse for cutting ties with those I loved. You didn’t deserve my abandonment. You did nothing wrong.
I think of y’all often, and I promise I’ll live with my regrets until I’m gone.
The situational irony of my current life does not go unnoticed.
A/C broke almost 2 months back now. The cost of repairs made me go back full time again plus side work with family, leaving me exhausted and contributing to breaking relationships with loved ones.
job that I’ve quickly called a second family. I’ve taken almost joint custody of my nieces and nephews with how often I get to spend time with them. Helped move and make arrangements for my grandfather’s battle. Gotten close to the neighbors and become like family.
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