This is my day :
(And other days, just permutate this here and there)

I wake up to Find A New Way To Dance (Using my sec 4 phone now that my gossip girl one is fucked), I put it on snooze twice. Then I bathe. And when I bathe I sneeze, and when I change I sneeze, and when I put on my shoes I sneeze. I leave the house. I get back into the house because I find that I don't have change to take the bus. Now that there's a straight bus to everywhere I don't stop at a train station to top my card up. I leave the house so that's an hour gone. But at 7, the Today paper is on the door stop so I've got my morning read fix secured.

Then I lug my big black bag everywhere and I swear I've developed a hunch. But I can't revert to a side bag, I'd develop uneven shoulders. I sigh to myself, there goes my chances of being an air stewardess , I mean 8 more centimeters that'll take me a miracle! Strike that, so I've got to continue studying. I sleep I listen(?) I drink coffee I write down notes I write down thoughts unrelated to anything, if I can remember vaguely I wrote beside a graph "The female persona willingly loses herself, like self imposed sacrifice" something along that line.

Then I see you around here and there. I smile and now I wave, you're a breather out of this morose system.

Then I have conversations with Tara. They range from priorities ,manicures ,life , family , possible names for children, what we're gonna have for lunch , when we have lunch we talk about how limited variety is and then we plan an after-lunch to make up for the lack-lustre lunch to say the least. We've got depth, contrary to popular belief.

Then sometimes, this happens either early in the morning or late in the day , I get texts where you are bellowing in anger. It used to set the day but I can't afford that anymore. I get hurt. We go on for a few texts , calls ,you like to put down. Especially when I'm having my period ,I start cracking when you raise your voice over the phone. Today I had my period so today I cracked. We say sorry but we never know whether we're truly fine or alright, but it'll happen again so you can never keep your guard down. Yep, that's how it is now. If we're lucky, out of the week , we get about 2-3 good days, perhaps I don't know I don't count anymore.

I deviate I don't know for sure how my days are I measure them with feelings. I always thought pussy-s did that, that makes me major pussy