ramblings

well
here i am
staring at the same ceiling
breathing
sinking feeling
well
i could do something
but when you feel heavy enough
that movement is a feat
i'm just not ready
well
i decorated my space
tried new things
met someone new
it's not helpful
well
self pity
is an ugly shade
but baby i know my pain
even if it's imaginary
well
things might be easier
if i had another
but he's hard to find
where to look
well
sometimes
my idea of fun
is medicating myself
and jumping into a
well