I've decided upon just writing. Just writing in whichever way I feel, about whatever I feel like writing about. Just gazing at this big white box and cluttering it with pointy black letters. Not knowing what to write about, and writing about it. Giving a detailed account of hours spent doing nothing, or simply turning the fact that I painted my nails into 'Times New Roman' characters. I sneezed today. I read an incredibly thought provoking chapter of a book today and this is how I felt... I'm going to fluctuate between absolutely pointless and spectacularly interesting (interesting being, "me and my friend were able to fit 8 maltesers in our mouth today, it was wild").
No more energy to muster words, have a picture instead. Where I want to be, drinking coffee in Paris.
