I'm Doing Fine, Obviously

Woke up before noon,

which technically counts as thriving.

Coffee's cold,

but that's just how I like my hope now—

a little bitter, mostly optional.

I smiled at someone on the street.

They didn’t smile back.

Perfect.

That’s one less emotional responsibility for today.

Laundry's been on the chair so long

we're basically in a long-term relationship.

I water my plants

when they look like they might sue me.

And yes,

my therapist says I'm “high-functioning.”

(She also says I should stop quoting her ironically.)

I scroll past engagement announcements

like a mature adult.

Only pause to zoom in,

check if the ring looks cheap.

(Spoiler: it doesn’t.)

Still, I’ve got my peace—

which is code for

quietly ghosting people before they can hurt me.

My fridge has wine, oat milk,

and at least one emotion I’m avoiding.

So yeah.

I’m doing fine.

Obviously.