displacement versus the right fit.
this morning i woke up at six.

and for the first time in a long while, i didn't have to be up that early on a weekday. but i couldn't sleep.

i kept seeing my previously semi-perfect life disintegrate before me. and questioned every single decision made during the last fortnight.

i tried to force the tears, so at least there'd be some kind of an emotional release. and foolishly thought that maybe i'd tire out and eventually fall asleep. but the tears didn't come. so.

this morning was a long time ago - seven hours to be extact.

in that time, i've figured it out in my head. and i fully intend to stick to it, so help me god.



fuck you.