sometimes i think i have my life more or less sorted out. i endeavour to surround myself with people who are interesting and clever and beautiful. for the most part, i am studying something which i adore. all of my limbs work, i have all of my teeth and my hair is cooperative ninety percent of the time.
and then other times i’ve been sick for three days and i find myself cramming microwave popcorn into my mouth while i mope over a sylvia plath essay that won’t write itself and half sing-half weep along to the songs on my ‘it’s sunday morning and the person you slept with stayed with you and is making you tea’ playlist because it hasn’t been used in a while and i might as well get something out of it.