Windows open. When I got this place I was so excited for the flowers out the window now they’re here.
Open
Lately I haven’t been as into writing big long things
+ experiencing, I don’t know
C we have GOT to call Saturday I’ve got a lot to tell you re: minor miracles minor tragedies maybe L will be there too if you want?
tried to write in my diary again I like that I can just send emails out tho
roommate is away for the weekend
me im here alone in my jorts
might fuck around and go to bed early after dinner leave the windows open too
miss u when ur gone
OK the flowers! Outside the window! I am trying to count the petals it is like eight? But probably more. Yes definitely more and they are pink on the inside and white on the outside and my throat is scratchy (no way I can get sick) and my room smells like bubblegum and I stole a Hershey’s kiss from a jar my roommate one in a guess-the-amount-of-hershey’s-kisses-in-this-jar contest and I’m afraid of a lot of things and I think everyone should be and I’m afraid that everyone’s pretending they’re not and I’m so tired and last night I watched a French movie about a woman who immigrates to France for her husband who isn’t a good man and I did cry thinking about all the women I know mostly mothers who went somewhere for her husband and got there and learned he wasn’t a good man and they were all alone in this place they’d never been and then I thought about a mother I know who did something much funnier (C I’ll tell you about it when we zoommmmm) and I. Don’t know what to do with my hands.
And I wrote a poem about my mother two days ago and it was maybe the nicest poem I’ve ever written about her but that’s not saying a lot. To all I give my best wishes for spring