bmut i'd like to bake some cookies. and maybe for now that will be okay. it can be like it was when i was 5 and i couldn't reach the counter so instead my legs dangled off the edge while i sat helping my mom stir in the chocolate chips but my arm got tired tooeaningful in life.
So the closer I get to my first day of uni, the more miserable I feel. SO the realization! I’m somehow fully convinced that to be able to feel even a little happy/better/okay, I need like a texting buddy. Like an actual person I