Sarah Ruth Thomas

And also, I've been seeing the number 14 everywhere.

My orders at work, every time I look at the clock, my eyes instinctively draw to it whenever it's near.

I'm sure I've just scared myself stupid, but man, after New Year's, I'm a bit shaken.

That's about it for today.

Sorry the past few days have been fucked up, journal.

I'll give you some positivity here soon.

1-7-2021-257-PM I talked to Valerie today.

It was... okay.

We realized pretty quickly we didn't know what to say to each other.

Talked about weather and work as if that's really talking at all.

More just fill in the air with noise.

I kept waiting for either one of us to blow up in anger or a confession of feelings or...

But our interaction just remained so gray and dull.

It's like watching a flower wilt.

Something so passionate and blossoming into a great beauty didn't get watered enough.

And it just dried to a dirty fucking weed.

Blech.

What garbage poetry that was, huh, Journal?

I sound like an emo teenager all over again.

Dramatics aren't going to fix anything anyways.