please let my neopets play pretend like everything is okay
when clearly, it's not.
(not actively seeking apart from fence)
i used to hike to anthropology classes through the woods
a shadow of who i once was/aspired to be
begrudgingly welcoming the same polluted snow in this
city that fill me with
anxiety as i
dig and bite my acrylic nails
(why am i like this)
i dont want to be here. but i love the sycamore trees that the french colonizers planted for my grandparents, parents, and me.