i couldn't think of a title
last wednesday night, i sat on the floor of my bathroom at 2 am eating cinnamon toast crunch and scrolling through tik tok
and i thought that was a normal thing
it seems everyone around me has something in their life
and a reason to be sad
they can vent and share and the problem comes down to something
anything worth feeling sad about
but is the fact that i spilled the milk from the cinnamon toast crunch all over myself a reason to cry?
it seems
as if i don't know how to use my words
as if it's a foreign language
so i swallow my sadness down like cough medicine
but i don't have a cough
if i had a cough i could call in sick
but i couldn't get permission from my emotions
to skip a day of life
i fell asleep in the car on the way home from dance class last wednesday
but once i arrived home
no amount of lavender bedsheet spray could shut my mind up
so i went into my bathroom and ate cinnamon toast crunch on the floor and looked at tik tok
shitty but i need to vent
