i shuffled down the road,
my hands
stuffed in my pockets,
and my eyes
glued to the ground.
i didn't have
very good day.
not a very good day
at all.
i didn't really want to go back
to my small,
confining,
dark
apartment.
but i had no where else
to go.
until i passed that store
that small,
open,
bright
store.
and i realized,
i did have somewhere to go.
-
i have a headache but that's ok i'll just listen to some twenty one pilots and hope it goes away
i still have to do homework too oops gotta blast
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blue eyes » phan
Randomi think i was falling in love with the boy with blue eyes. - { tw // feelings of being worthless/meaningless, existential crisis, mentions of death }
