some days i wake up
and immediately want to go back to bed.
not because i'm tired-
because existing feels like a group project
and no one told me the due date.

i laugh at dumb memes
while my brain whispers
"you're falling behind."
but behind what?
behind who?
nobody knows,
wer're all just pretending we do.

i say "i'm fine"
with the confidence of a bad liar
and the world keeps spinning
like it didn't just hear me crack a little.

i romanticize sunsets
beacuse they remind me
that even endings can be soft.
but some nights feel like
sleeping in a hoodie that doesn't smell like anyone anymore.

i want to be loved
without needing to explain
the weird parts.
the quiet panic.
the jokes i make to cover the silence.
the fact that sometimes
i don't respond
because i have nothing left to say
that doesn't sound like an apology.

but hey-
i'm still here.
i held on.
i laughed today.
i ate a cookie and didn't cry after.
so yeah,
i swear i'm trying.
and maybe that's enough for today.