She told me about her day and honestly the only thing I found myself thinking was; FUCK YOU HAVE A LIFE BESIDE THE FACT THAT I EXIST. While my life completely freezes as soon as you show up. I was thinking and feeling a thousand little things. I was thinking but talking, I was feeling but talking. I talked and she responded but I wasn’t listening. I wanted to talk to her but I DID NOT. Just for a minute I did not want to be myself. I wanted to be the person who she thought I was - just for a little bit -
I wanted to be the version of myself who could do this without forgetting the rest of the world.
[ insanity: doing the same thing over and over again but expecting a different result ]












