coffee and bagel sitting next to me
so my coffee and bagel sit next to me, unconsumed. my belly croaks in irritable disapproval of everything. no cute boys are in sight.
i’m having trouble with the idea that some things in life really are impossible to make change. even though they seem amenable… it’s like asking gravity to stop being gravity. it won’t. it can’t. it’s just how things are.
i am sad.