I miss Sweetie.
I know I say it every time, but this paper I just turned it is literally the worst thing I’ve ever written.
I wanna go back to that day we played basketball with Cameron at the middle school by his house & ate plums.
VGN GRLLD CHZ
Do you exist? Can I make you? Are you yummy? Someone tell me, please!
I got pulled over. After leaving my babysitting gig at my brother’s house. Getting on to the 101 from Thomas at 12:30. For having a broken license plate light. I didn’t even know I had one of those. But I was a sober white girl, so the cop didn’t even run my license. Which is a good thing, because you can never be sure what will turn up when they do that. I can never be sure,...
I wish there was a contraption where I could put my filtered water that would keep it at a cool degree between room temperature and refrigerator temperature. First world problems.
I don’t drink or smoke anymore. I eat wheat bread & drink cold water from a plastic jug I keep in the fridge.
I was checking out my list of required texts for next semester & found out that I’ll be reading a book of poetry by a poet who’s work has made me feel really gross and uncomfortable in the past. Ugh. Literature.
Listening to this: while I read this: