The button you gave me fell off my bag today. When I noticed it was missing I couldn’t help but feel a tightness in my chest, a sickness in my stomach and a swell of tears forming in my eyes. Of course I didn’t cry, but I felt as though I could have if I really wanted to. I need to let things go. I put way too much sentimental value in inanimate objects. Deep meanings in things that mean nothing. I get attached but its just a button and life will go on.
Thoughts that occasionally go through my mind while taking public transportation: “c’mon slowpoke”, “fucking move”,”aw, she’s so cute”,”oh, he’s a hottie”,”this guy smells why the fuck is he sitting next to me”,”my back hurts”,”stop staring at me”,”I wish I could dance right now”
I constantly need to be doing something or I will get trapped in my head and spiral down the lonely road.