Everything Else.

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.