Topic of the week

i read my sister's diary when i was fifteen. there was nothing in it, honestly. i never told her and i still feel bad about it, years later.

a stranger on the bus offered me her seat. i'm thirty-four. i sat down and smiled all the way home.

I keep the news off because I cannot do anything about it and it still ruins the day. Then I feel guilty for keeping it off.

i rehearse every phone call before making it. then i get annoyed when the person doesn't follow the script. it's stupid, i know.

Since my mother died the family group chat is silent. I do not open it every morning, but I have not deleted it either.