I am three weeks into my 2nd semester of junior year of college. Here is what I am thinking about:
IVF
My future career
Lexapro
The second I get to see my girlfriend again
If I should have a home birth
When the next time I see my sister will be
Sardines & the stray cat I used to share my can with
If the bangs I cut last night were a mistake
How once, I took a horse riding lesson & the woman told me I could go into the Olympics. I think she was being deadass
My shift tomorrow
Here are words I found in my old diaries that I can’t figure out how to piece together so I will list them here. They are so very dramatic & you will pretend they make sense when you read them all at once.
The faucet spits roaches and last night I had a dream we shared white socks stained with dirt.
Slender fingers to the top of the pack when we promised each other we wouldn’t anymore, but the smoke dances in the sky just right and I’m not ready to stop looking up.
I am haunted. Don’t touch the walls, they’re poison. They’ll burn your hand, make you hate me for it.
That is all. Goodnight.