| I am the happiest daughter.
Last week was great having my dad around in town. This week is already quite horrible. I lost a brand new chapstick and accidentally dropped ten dollars and probably made / will make somebody's day wonderful. Well, that's not it that makes my life horrible, but it can be generalized.
I'm not an unhappy student, but my QoL is definitely low right now.
I spent half of last week in a hotel room and I loved it. I've missed it.
It's empty and unfamiliar, just like home.
I really miss living life out of the suitcase with not much to value.
It's in the genes, I know it. Leaving is Living.
To me there is no absolute home.
It's only a space.
Exactly a month till [home]... |
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Perfect colors for pictures from Boston.
I don't really have much to say.
Had a good halloween. Had a good weekend.
My brain is not working. Blank. Coma. Whatever.
Oh well, here comes Monday again. Time to fight the alarm clock!
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Self-portrait in a time in need for intelligence (and sleep).
And yes, if you noticed what Papyrus is, it is an electronic dictionary.
Cheers to everyone who is having a Post Traumatic Midterm Disorder.
Your virtual drinks are on me!
Have a good weekend.
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| Reflecting on the Old.
Such a vicious cycle:
Fun, fear, furious, failure, filth, filter, re-fuel, and keep gettin' back up.
Die a little on the inside, live a little harder on the outside.
Don't know when I'll look at the world the same way I used to,
but the bottle reminds me I can look at it any way I like
in any color, with any level of clarity.
And so I return to the bottle...
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