Listening to Au Revoir Simone and leafing through my Sabrina Ward Harrisson book with a cup of tea at my side makes everything seem so beautiful. I've been reading Sabrina's words and wishing I could be honest like her, but words don't seem to come to me very easily. Everything I write feels awkward and silly to me. But I'm tired of keeping everything to myself. My head feels so busy all the time. It's the only part of me that is busy, I may as well make some use of it by writing here.
Before, I read, "I want to put my thinking in hybernation for a while." I know how that feels.
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