it's 1am and i'm eating cold leftover pasta straight from the container in front of the open fridge like some kind of feral creature. no plate. no dignity. just me and these noodles that have somehow become the only thing that makes sense right now.
it's 1am and i'm eating cold leftover pasta straight from the container in front of the open fridge like some kind of feral creature. no plate. no dignity. just me and these noodles that have somehow become the only thing that makes sense right now.