impermanence

eight.

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 / 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

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monday;
three days after the
world felt like it
ended.

or maybe i'm just being dramatic

but ever since friday
i haven't been feeling the best.

ever since friday,
i've been waking up at random times
throughout the night.

ever since friday,
i haven't been eating as much
as i should.

and as i lay on the couch, and
feel hungry,
i know that i should get up and make
some breakfast.
but ever since friday,
i haven't cared.

ever since friday,
my head has been hurting
on and off—
the throbbing kind of headache
that makes it hard for me to do
anything but just sit there.

ever since friday,
messages have been waiting
unanswered
and i know i shouldn't abandon
the people i care about
like that

but ever since friday,
i haven't had the energy.

i'm tired
and i haven't had the energy.

ever since friday,
i want to cry
and i need a hug
and i need to take care of myself.

ever since friday,
i can't be there with you
talking until midnight
and listening to music.

midnight healing, shattering like glass
ever since friday.