Drunk packing. Why do I own so muchhh shit?
Why did I think drinking would make this easier…
Why are there fruit flies everywhere.
— E.B., Self advice (via young-wanderer)
Not a single thing.
Everything feels wildly up in the air in a way that is not only unsettling, but also unsafe.
Why is there nothing to ground me? How did I get here? I am an existential mess.
Trying to figure out what will make my insides feel less like they are collapsing.
Don’t want happy, don’t need happy. Would just like my innards intact, ya know?
I think I’ll put on pants and go for a walk. The sky is nice, maybe that will help.