we have all been here before, experienced this before. no emotion is new, everything has been felt before. felt this as i did my eyeliner this morning.
as scary as the here-and-now is, we can't go back! only forward! nostalgia is bittersweet and feels eerily comforting, but you can't hold or be held by a memory and there are a whole lot of people that need us to be present rn. shit is hard.
no experience is ever original, not your first love or the time you ate fruit thinking you made it in the city or the time you first read this essay and felt like an intellect
i deleted tiktok (ig reels fills the void with animal videos; it's also easier to put down) and my friend texted me this with the caption "thought of you first bae". made me feel loved, seen, heard. also cuts down on the mindlessness of blasting ur friends with tiktok messages (still love that though, always will).
