i pass my days with a book in my hand. i leave a trail of pens, highlighters, and lip gloss where ever i go. i rise early whether i have class or not. i successfully maneuver happy hours, do not fear new people (terribly). i pack a lunch. every morning, i pack a lunch and i sit still for 3 hours, and offer thoughtful comments in class because i can because i actually did the reading.
that’s my update. that’s all i have. that’s all i know. i’m not sure why i haven’t been writing lately. i have theories. but they are just that, theories. and those i’m tired of. i’m tired of things that don’t mean anything.
i’ll write again. someday. when i have something to say. when i have something to say something about.