I’m cleaning my room and I find a bag of stuff from a trip that me and my last ex made to to San Jose. Its instant curry, instant rice and a couple of miso packets. We used to eat these all the time when we were at the hotel late at night and nothing was open.
Ugh. I hate finding things like this.
Its weird how you find these things and at that moment you reminisce and you’re happy. And for that moment it makes you wonder, “how did things end this way?”.
Ugh. Feelings. They’re overrated.
