i’ve been sitting here for too long. the cat above my head is making smacking sounds with her mouth.
dandruff is flying off of her and landing on my dark pants.
there is pressure in the back of my head that helps me cry in the store.
i wipe the tears off my face with the sleeves of my shirt and some tears are wiped into the holes which makes them slide onto my arms.
and i’m trying not to cry in the depressing store but it’s hard because i feel so lonely.