today at starbucks this girl ordered a drink and told them to put the name “primrose everdeen” on the cup and when the barista called out the name she screamed “i volunteer as tribute” and everyone just stared at her
I can’t remember the last time I had to be fully functioning because I haven’t been putting my all into many things. I don’t really know how I’m going to survive all my classes today. I kind of just want to melt into the cement instead.
Tonight I tried to sleep on the couch instead of in my bed of which I feared. My bed just grasps hold of me and makes me cling on to my depression. I really wanted to sleep on the couch but here I am laying in my bed feeling miserable. I wish I could just get comfortable. I wish I could sleep. I wish I could sleep without forcing myself into slumber.
I hope it pains you to see my things in the corner. I hope it pains you to look in your room and see things I’ve given you. I hope it pains you to see my toothbrush lay idle in your holder. I hope when you see my face that it gives you hell.
There are so many things I want to return to you in my room that make me think of you. So many that maybe even I’d have to give you my whole room. It’s hard to flush out a memory that spun my world for so long. Someone that was so important to me and entirely consumed my heart, where that was there will be but an echo. Time to reboot.