notes on a sunday
29/03/2010 § 1 Comment
I like writing by hand better. Journals are better:
SUNDAY THOUGHTS: (MARCH 28, 2009 2010)
Somedays, you just feel like crying, for no reason, like it’s an escape
Last night, I left our party early. What a little flake. Next time, remember to drink water. Also, don’t be such a bitch, Leo, you have no right to be.
Sunday (domingo) – tango
You know what destroys the things we love?
Sundays still feel like Sundays.
I wonder why the English capitalize everything.
Somedays, you just can’t write coherently, ideas pop up from random, forgotten corners in your head, you jot them down, and wait for another one and you have to them down because if you don’t, they go back into hiding.