The greener grass.

I'm between comfort zones.

I don't really feel that I belong.... anywhere. Isn't that a little melodramatic for a 26 year old?
I'm sure that it's just in my head but I still go to bed just as lonely as if it weren't.

I feel like a fucking teenager. I'm an emotional wreck all the damn time. It's always something.


I'm tired of being hopeful that life gets better and that the grass is greener somewhere other than where I'm at.
It's incredibly taxing.

Nothing and nowhere feels safe and cozy.
I'm actually now dreading the holidays.


Gawd, someone put a sock in my mouth.

It's bad when you roll your eyes at yourself. A lot.