who wants to move to the city with me

we can get a tiny shoe box apartment that’s too expensive

explore the city daily

become regulars at some coffee shop 

have sleepovers in the living room

marathon our favorite movies and tv shows

sit together while we blog

always order in because we’re too lazy to cook

play board games

and idk maybe we could get a cat or dog

a brief flash of myself in the mirror as i brushed my teeth. for just a second there was a moment of depersonalization, i snapped back into my body and was suddenly so solemn. i felt 'my' eyes well up, stricken with frustration and confusion. i feel like i belong somewhere else. i don't feel apart of this world. 

i heard you whispering to her about how i "need to get over my social anxiety." i don't think that's exactly how it works. thanks for understanding. 

a brisk flashback of a song in fifth grade jogged me as i sat waiting for her to return. i don't know what brought me into such a memory flash. i was holding a paper in shaky hands and singing "america, america, man shed his waste on thee; and hide thy pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea." how had i gotten up the courage to sing it?