I’ve been told to write about it. But I don’t want to start crying again, so I’ll write about everything else.
I’ve been thinking a lot about a new pair of boots. I don’t know if they exist, but I’ve designed them in my head. Knee-high, a dark heather-grey, with maroon lining the top. Maroon detail, perhaps a buckle, around the ankles.
Should I dye my hair something different? Maybe a deeper red? Or lighter? Or blonde at the tips? Nah, I’ll let it be.
Maybe when I go grey I’ll dye the tips maroon.
I’ve started writing down what I eat every day, just to see. Apparently I eat too much.
Losing eight lbs is not a crazy goal. Can’t seem to get much closer to it.
Had a dream last night that I kept looking for water, and I’d drink it down and be just as thirsty. Woke up, drank some water, and felt like I was going to throw up. I don’t know if it’s because of the water, though.
I feel simultaneously detached from the world and hyper-aware of everything around me.
Maybe I’ll do dark-red tips?
I have a confession. I hate khaki pants.
Definitely want to tan too much next summer. Six and a half months to go.
That’s roughly a quarter of…
Well. I didn’t write about it.