placebo

The minute her eyes open and her sleepy muscles tense in anticipation of the day, her mind is filled with one single, screeching thought. She tentatively reaches for a pair of sweatpants, pulls on a baggy shirt and attempts to do something with her wild hair as a way to distract herself from the weight pressing heavily upon her thoughts. It’s not until she places the two pills in her palm -- one an orange circle, the other a white oval -- that she feels the pressure finally lift.

Life is bitter, and sweet.
I like to rant and ramble. That's mostly what will be written here.
Self-indulgent tangents.
In reality, I'm stuck.
Stuck on thoughts, the future, and you.
I like to write. Maybe it'll go somewhere.
Or no where.
Here we go.