Glossed Over Eyes & Flat-lined Lips

Glossed Over Eyes & Flat-lined Lips

Today was the same as yesterday, and the day before and the day before, every day since I moved to this city has been the same.

“That’ll be 30.42,” the cashier’s voice echoed around me. I dug into my purse, tugging out my raggedy patent leather wallet. It was nearly disintegrated, but it worked, I guess. I handed the droopy-eyed teenager, standing behind the register, a couple of bills. Once I received my change, I was on my way, groceries in tow. The bags pulled my arms down, but I didn’t mind, I guess. I felt comforted knowing that something was keeping me anchored down to Earth.

The commute on the subway back to my apartment was noisy and long. I fought back the insatiable urge to claw my face off.

As I walked up the steps to my apartment building, I looked out onto the horizon. It was a wonderful day. A gentle breeze, birds chirping, and the sun high in the sky. I breathed it in for a moment. Days like these were one of the only things I had nowadays.

Fiddling the keys out of my pocket, I unlocked my door. A depressing sight welcomed me. Compared to the weather, my apartment was pathetic, at best. Dust and grime and stupid, old furniture left by the previous tenant. It was everything I hated. Even the air smelled musty. Disgusting. How could someone like me live in a place like this? I’ve fallen so far from my lofty throne.

All I could do was sleep. I threw my item-filled plastic bags down on the counter and fell over onto the couch. Bits of dust soared up into the air and then back down. I do this often nowadays. It was one of my only sources of comfort. I felt my eyes going blurry, my mind going blank, and my body sinking into the sofa. I felt encapsulated by the warmth of my little bubble.

In my dreams, I could be anything. I didn’t have to be the failure I was, living in a glorified cardboard box, working a part-time job I hated while studying a major I couldn’t care less about. Sleeping was best for me now. It was the only time I could get a break from everything. The noisy transit, the bright-eyed tourists, everything—all of it, all at once, all gone.

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(Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this little dollop of my writing. I'll try to post a continuation tomorrow!)

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Weirdly anti-millennial articles have scraped the bottom of the barrel so hard that they are now two feet down into the topsoil

Stop making unworthy people a priority

THIS

Some of them are also transphobic as well as homophobic and constantly saying that it’s a sin all the while being shacked up with their baby momma or baby daddy without a ring too 🥴

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE