today i do not feel so well so i can have as much tazo black tea mango as i want (that’s how that works)
this is a matter of physical wellness
my throat hurts and it’s not just words that want to come out, i’m pretty sure autumn just likes me a little weak and wobbly
I want to live in a room by myself that I can thoroughly organize and have a certain way at all times and shift for my purposes. I think as a quasi-adult we deserve this privilege if possible.
I also don’t like when people play their music before the later midday because I am still writing a paper. But I’ve never confronted her about it, not even last year, so I feel it’s too late.
I want my own room.
I want my own space.
I’m not sure I’ll ever have my own space though
yeah you know
I made a reasoned, mature decision.
I made a decision
decision daughter dog death dawn decision mature
I am here
I am decision.
defeated in battle against self
it’s that season again a reason for the longing and drunken balconies and wet hair huddling by earlobes and pillows i hold and hiding, lots of hiding
cats are surely made for lazy laptop life
they fit so nicely next your legcomputer