Rereading & cringing. I try to capture moments but I’m failing lately. It’s just less when I don’t share. Or care. So maybe I won’t.

But it’s really feeling off.

& I can’t read because I have so much to say.

& that game just sits there.

Things that are covered in dust. ^

I’ll keep walking & reading this page over & over again. Like a skipping record, eventually someone will hear it.

I need a tattoo.