Now you see me

These days I feel like I have been floating around in some sort of cantankerous bubble wrap... Unhappy, angry and bitter. I'm trying to think about little things, little things like -- winning a battleship battle in Salvo, late night phone calls, watching cat videos over and over again with my comforter cover tickling my throat.

I don't know why but thinking about little things calm me down. They seem so minuscule, out of context, incongruous with the larger messier busy rushy picture with schoolwork, buses to catch, Adult Things To Do. The month of June sucked to high heavens and I wish with whatever puny might I have that June didn't happen.

Brightest Spirit

Favourite (and over worn) playsuit at Hotel Michael for the mother's birthday. Good food and cosy company. Too bad the casino option wasn't available for me because I'm still a minor... Happy birthday dearest Mommy! Still waiting for the rest of the pictures from my brother.

Cigarettes, wedding bands

My dislike for being languid and unoccupied resides in the fact that it just gives me more time to descent into the tresses of my own mind. I am completely aware of the danger in that. Danger in the possibility of memories being raked up, implications of concocting accusations and situations and the assemblage of what-ifs that surmounts to nothing but intense paranoia and all sorts of insecurities.

It's ugly.