three may
one : forty-nine

i go through the day, consuming too many mints and not enough information, and then it's over. and i don't quite know where the time has gone, but its behind me and i can't go back and grab onto it. theres no memories from the past week. nothing that i'll remember a year from now, a month from now, or even tomorrow.

"things could be worse," they say, but sometimes it goes a little deeper than that.