walled in

I don’t mean to and I know it might sound ungrateful, but I hate this apartment. Every time I turn around there’s a ghost of another me, a someone I could have been. They make me sick. *I* make me sick, tbh.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s