we drive home from a fun night out.
left over pieces of popcorn in the trunk.
colorful blankets on our laps.
pictures secured as memories in our phones.
throwbacks playing through the sides of the car.
a casual panic attack.
questions wondering what our future is.
a small heartbreak.
because who knows where we'll be next year.
anxiety meds.
trying to understand why you're not enough.
drugs and booze are the solution.
pondering why the worst things happen to the best people.
biggest fears of losing someone to suicide, again.
stomachaches of pain.
realizing we're all types of fucked up.
but its okay because
everyone is.
and that's okay too.
-m
