today i wondered what it would be like to live in my closet. i crouched down and crawled in and closed the door so only a little bit of light came in through the crack. it was small looking out to big. my knees were pulled up to my chest and i wrapped my arms around them.
i like to sing biz markie when i am all by myself.
the people i call don't call me back.
le ciel est couvert. right? my french is kind of rusty.
i want to paint and cry.
why don't i write as much as i used to? and why do i want to go somewhere new?
i made myself lunch and curled up on the futon.
my cup got chipped.
maybe i will go make tea.
i like minty tea with honey.