for december:
i will be reading this in my apt and i will be back in tx. i will be sitting by my window watering my windowsill potted herbs and i will be happier than how i’ve been lately.
i will still be writing; on this blog or in a notebook i’ll stash in my drawer. like always, i won’t expect much from the world but what i will expect from myself everyday is to live without turning to hate. come december, come my peace.
to december nicole who will read this months from now, i hope u have treated yourself kindly even if the world didn’t.











