God-Sized Hole

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There’s a girl who isn’t who I want her to be, and yet I keep hoping. I don’t know. It’s probably more complicated than that. Possibly something I can’t untangle at 1am.

Maybe it would help if I laid everything out plainly. Maybe I’d see connections then. Continue reading

Life is… …Without Imperfections

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Things like this used to knock me over sideways. I think of you more than I’ve thought of most people. But just like that, I already have something else to think about. Maybe my mind is just too busy to be in love at the moment.

I think that money is an imperfect language because things are always getting lost in translation. But what I mean is that I put a lot of effort into my job maintaining the front-of-store stock on thawed, formerly-frozen donuts and pastries, and that I believe I put a lot more effort into my work than other employees but most of them still got paid Continue reading