7-9-24
August is approaching, and it's an absolute mind fuck.
I take people and experiences and preserve them in my mind, which makes what has passed seem not so long ago.And I'm selective with what I do this to. My English class feels like last week, but my speech class feels like a year ago.
This hurts me. It makes me think I don't need to talk to people and upkeep my relationships. It makes me unproductive.
YOU ARE READING
Conversations I'll never have
PoetryI'm tired of writing my thoughts in my notes app