and it felt suffocating like someone was stacking rock after rock on my chest and i could only wiggle my toes but couldn’t wake up, but when i finally did- cat.
total journals: 7
times spent crying while journaling: 5
teardrop stains on journals: 0
paragraph texts unsent because of journaling: 43
crushes asked out: 3
chemistry notes even though no pages were supposed to be for school: 11
delusions: 86
pens used up: 5
dailly to-dos planned: 351
daily to-dos done: 5
angry/heart-broken scribbles: 29 top emotion this year: consolable swearing prolifically on the rise
i asked to pet someone's cute dog on the subway and i got their dog insta. i still see what she likes and who she follows. i find it find it comforting to see we both follow hopeless romantic pages and poetry about situationships. it makes me feel the love from strangers a little more.
