I am appalled by what I do to alleviate the pain.
My hands always smell like smoke.
My stomach always hurts.
My brain is always foggy and then not foggy enough.
My smile is growing faker, even though I never mean it to.
I am avoiding and regretting.
I am people-watching and hoping.
I am always late and always in a hurry.
My moods are a tower of cards and I can’t stop picking my nail polish.
My heart is always racing, and I am actually worried as to why.
I am busy, occupied, sorry I can’t make it. Next time. Sorry, I am busy, occupied, I can’t show up, maybe next time.
I am tired. I am always tired.
About the Creator
daphne gray
just a girl in this world who thinks a lot and writes a lot and some of it makes sense and some of it doesn't. enjoy nevertheless.
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