truthful|fictions

i found my lip balm. it'd been missing for three days.
maybe everyday is not the worst day ever.
but instead, there are just a series of terrible days, in between really good ones.

when i woke up yesterday morning, i felt like my insides were trying to crawl out of every part of my body. i ran away to queens and forgot about time. today i must run errands to see my mother, drop off a rent check, and go to the library to maybe actually get things like my resume put together.

p.s. i really hate living in a basement. i need sunlight i need sunlight i need sunlight.