• backk to being ~ alone ~ after 2 weeks of being at home.

• rewatching Sex and the City, and I finally see how Carrie became this pathetic, needy, insecure person (at least according to Miranda). I like Mr. Big, but I don't like him for Carrie. also, Samantha continues to be my spirit animal lol.

• the sound of thunder and lightning outside, my room lit only by dim lights—it all feels oddly inviting for an early night. A little torn, though, because knowing how fcked up my sleep schedule is, I'll probably just end up wide awake at some ungodly hour.

• went to bed feeling calm and collected. woke up feeling like my nervous system had other plans.

• stressed, but still managed to push myself to get things done today. welcome to adulting, I guess?

• 6 weeks of 7:30–5:30. Hope I survive.

• I love it when people notice the smol things about me. The subtle things. The easy-to-miss things. It somehow makes me kilig, especially when it's from people who aren't as present in my life anymore, yet somehow still remember.