// shit.//

So here I am again,
looking back on things I can’t quite remember.
The memories are blurred, but I try hard to remember the details.
It’s not as nice in the memories as it was in the present.
Maybe I’m filling in gaps with things I don’t enjoy to make it less wanted.
I’m tired of thinking of all the things that could have been.
I pretend I’m content with loneliness.
It’s all so exhausting.