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.