this day has been so lembab and unproductive and pathetic. can it just end already?

there should totally be a drama series about the Romanov sisters. wooh.

the smell of new things. if there's a scent called 'New Things' i'd buy it.

karma to go up up up!

sleeping on a pile of clean laundry. which is of course, disgusting.

confused and tired. and if my brain can speak it'll cry and beg for me to let it go.

dried-up egg yolk on her dress wtf. It looks like a cat puked on me.

emerge from this shithole called school declaring "I FUCKING MADE IT."

so hungry, people are turning into salamis and ham slices everywhere.

nope. not ready to snap back to reality.