15 November 2018

it's 9:59

and I've done it again. I've waited until the end of the day to write and I have nothing left. not a thing. why, why do I do it. all I can think about now is the bed and the book and the tee-shirt and the way I will crawl into all three of them within the hour.


  1. I'm just so happy to see you here, pushing through giving us your words. Happy too that your braids are still intact. Sending you so much love,
    ~b xox