Persia

 I’m sitting at the orthodontist waiting for my brother, typing on my phone, this is a first.

i had a bunch of thoughts I wanted to share but they’re faint and unimportant now.

It feels like my answer to every question is ‘I don’t know’. 

Yesterday was meloncholy, today is slightly better, but I still feel grey, like each day I continue like this I’m letting myself down more and more.

I want to do so many things, but I’ve rusted in this halfway motion. 

I want to stay here with my family, if only for the sake of normal human interaction on a regular basis, but this place makes me sick.

it always makes me sick, I don’t know why I thought it wouldn’t.