smatterings of an aesthetic

sometimes, especially days like these, when all of my friends are feeling the pangs of growing up, each with their own crisis I feel like being a horrible friend and just disappearing on them.

and sometimes, especially days like these, when all of my other friends seem to have miracles happening around them, I want nothing but to run away and not have to congratulate them.

I am just living my life, one day at a time. some days are better than others. and I spend a good deal of it alone.

but I beg of my friends, can for just one second, can we have peace? no miracles and no disasters. I feel like there is a constant need to find some kind of drama.

just shut up, and calm the hell down. it isn’t worth it.

I don’t give a damn.