i say hello and bat my eyelashes and as ever they get sore after a while. I feel scared that my eyes will bleed and will my heart when I keep my glasses off for too long. I sit in the library, i sit in the sun, i sit on the windowsill and the entire time i am trying to compose some thoughts, perhaps some literal thoughts and not just snippets of words that i attempt to artfully string together
everyone is doing what Ive always wanted to do and I'm a jealous girl.