i’m a mess. my apartment is littered with papers, books, paper towels, discarded clothing, and an unpacked duffel bag. milk goes bad in the refrigerator, plastic bags full of groceries sit on the floor, dishes unwashed, appointments missed, homework unfinished. sleeping and eating have been replaced with talking, drinking, writing, reading, talking. talking. at some point, i will need to put it all back together.
there are some people i just can’t figure out.