fleabag was right. so much love i have for everyone i lost, i don’t know what to do with it, i don’t know where to put it now
i cannot explain how many times in a single day i swallow my anger and keep it to myself
that wave of sadness creeping up on you out of nowhere is always such a weird feeling. like you can practically feel it resting itself on your shoulders
why is it so exhausting and irritating to have to do anything even something fun. why does every waking moment feel like a chore