cause i’m a poet

i’ve been getting a lot of sleep, i feel almost like a human bean again. however, the comfort eating still goes on and bread has made my back teeth sensitive again.

so many weird dreams and my dead dad features prominently. i guess because i was mad at some memories last week, and it still doesn’t feel real that he’s actually dead.

i have looked at a shit ton of succulent pictures and i think i know most of what i have now. i also ordered 7 more. because i’m an adult and it’s my money to spend. so shut up.

they’re pretty.

in a lot of pain still. bones ache with the weather. i don’t necessarily feel old but i no longer remember what it feels like to not be in pain.

i hover over my succulents. i bought special lights for them. i check them frequently. it makes my mind calm.

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