Something warm to hold
i thought i needed a quieter apartment. turns out i just needed to stop narrating my own day to myself while i lived it
Something warm to hold
Something warm to hold
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I thought I needed a quieter apartment. Turns out I just needed to stop narrating my own day to myself while I lived it.
I blamed the street. The neighbors. The thin walls. I was sure the problem was out there somewhere.
The noise was the running commentary in my head. A voice describing every hour while I was still inside it.
You can just live an hour without narrating it. It's quieter in here than I ever thought it could be.
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