just out here, living my worst life.

recalling my lovely weekend on a monday morning, asking how yours was, but not really caring.

i don’t care for much anymore.

i underrated my inner actress. i know those lines inside out now.

papering over grief with office small talk and curated social events.

casually omitting the 6 hours of tears from my relaxing evening in.

everyone thinks I’m ok.

but I’m not.