wasted almost my entire twenties on people and places and things that didn't want me around and waiting and waiting and waiting for nothing. what a waste of life
i was in a lift with a very short woman. she started to make small talk. she said she liked my shirt. i smiled and said thanks. she said she liked my smile. i started to wonder what was wrong with her. there was nothing wrong with her. it was me. i can't talk to strangers anymore
every day has felt like bracing against myself and the waves get stronger with the weight of everyone who has ever left and I’m the only one who can’t leave