stuffing my worries
folded with old memories
in a brown suitcase
stuffing my worries way is an apt description for what i do. day in and day out, i breathe, and force my bad memories and worries into an old suitcase in my brain. if i don’t think about it, it no longer exists. (instead, it sits there and festers, but i don’t wanna worry about that rn).
Chaos of Life 