I feel completely domesticated today. I am not an inside person, but sometimes I love to spend moments to myself (away from the chaos) just sitting, listening to some acoustic music and writing bullshit in my journal which I later turn into poetry pieces or short stories.
If you are reading this, then right now, I listen to new music Friday playlist on Spotify, drinking bland coffee from a tiny cup while my pasta overcooks on the pan. And it's my last batch to- until I walk my ass to the supermarket.
It is super windy today, so doing two loads of washing has been hard. I use bobby pins to hang my sheets on the line. I tell myself I'm doing fine.
As long as I'm leaving the house most days, I'm doing fine.
My coffee is cold and my plate is empty. I'm happy to be alive, and you should be too.