My Mind, My Uninvited Guest

I hate sitting with my thoughts sometimes, because of how far they wander. How they remind me of the ifs and should-haves of a past that should have been forgotten but was, apparently, only dormant all this while. Because of how cruelly they bring up the people I've lost and remind me that I'll never hear from them again. Because of how quickly they remind me that I am yet to become who I want to be. So I task them, double their workload, threaten to sleep, talk to myself. I study. I take classes. And it works... for a while. Until I'm walking down the street, with music in my ears, a mask over my nose and my face partly hidden, that I realise something. It is truly inevitable. 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝔂