I've stopped trying to make sense of anything.
The vibes are weird,
my charger's missing,
and I think I cried over a bagel this morning.

Growth?
Yeah, I guess.
I didn't text back my ex today.
That's something.

My goals are ambitious:
Eat breakfast,
drink water,
and not emotionally spiral before noon.

I keep saying "it is what it is,"
but I have no clue what "it" is
or why it's so dramatic all the time.

I tried journaling.
Wrote "I'm tired" seventeen times
and called it a breakthrough.

People say "be present,"
but I left my focus in 2019
next to my sense of stability and charger cube.

Some days I feel unstoppable.
Other days I stare at the wall
like it's got answers.

I'm not winning,
but I'm not losing either.
I'm just....here.

Breathing.
Sort of thriving.
Accidentally funny.

Which honestly,
is the most relatable thing I've ever been.