FIFTEEN

i suppose i should say something.

happy two months, love

<3

FOURTEEN

days equals one fortnight.

I learned that word (fortnight) in second grade. In Mrs. Blackwood's class.

She had a severe case of osteoarthritis in her knuckles.

She used to tell us that it was from cracking her knuckles habitually.

Dammit. I stopped cracking my knuckles because of her.

Until my sister told me she lied to us to keep us from cracking our knuckles.

Cracking knuckles has nothing to do with arthritis.

Dammit. I believed her too.

Dammit.

FOURTEEN [TWO]

I hate my curiosity.

It leads me to find out things I do not want to know.

If I were a cat, I would be dead long, long ago.

FOURTEEN [THREE]

Dammit. I need to focus more on school.

Stop staring at daisies. Sunshine. Water. Sand.

I want to go to the beach.

Or to the park.

Or to a playground.

THIRTEEN

days left in this month.

and then summer ♥

hawai'i. beaches. water. sand. work. play. yay.

i will definitely get it this summer.

TWELVE

weeks into season and Warrick dies.



i'm so sad right now.

first Sara leaves, now Warrick dies.

what has become of the LV CSI?

ELEVEN

plus 6th of june.

design entrance exam.

i am slowly becoming insane because of it:

i dream only of possible layouts and compositions.

i inhale cardboard structures.

i dine on tutorials.

every waking second is devoted to furthering Illustrator fluency.

what can i do if it doesn't help?

ELEVEN [TWO]

if things continue the way they do,

i don't think i can do this anymore.

i suppose i guessed right.

<6.

i win.