it’s trill tho

I walked into an invisible door

Telling my therapist every thing that happened

How It’s my fault at the end of the day

How I have to be punished

She’s asking me leading questions but this time I can’t figure out where she’s going with it

She eventually reveals the goal

That it wasn’t all my fault

I hadn’t even considered this as a possibility

I’m bewildered

I change my wallpaper

My uber driver’s car smells so nice

It smells clean, it smells African, it’s a scent my 5 year old self remembers. She says she’s from Senegal. She smiles so beautifully. I wish I could marry her essence.

I wish I could sleep in here forever. But I have to go earn an income.

That’s okay though. At least I won’t go nose blind to it.

Today I pretended I was a laid back

stoner character in a tv show

i had no anxiety, i walked in the direction of whichever green lights and walk signals happened to be on when i arrived

it seems like i can fool myself into believing anything is true

nice