navel gazing (with cosmic horn)

postscript

i need a word for bits of writing i want to post on instagram that i choose to divert here instead. i reactivated instagram in a very dark moment (on what would’ve been my 100th day clean), but i’m still trying to stay off as much as possible.

here’s one:
“i have decided that from now on, instead of politely texting all my friends looking for a dance partner, then sadly staying home wondering what has happened to my life, i will be going out, HUNTING for people i know and DRAGGING them onto the dance floor. it worked last saturday 🤷🏻‍♂️ thanks to everyone who got hunted/dragged. you know who you are”

it is now 5:42 am. i’m going to feel awful when i wake up.