It’s Late
January 24th, 2018.
It’s late, and I’m still up studying. I should go to bed. I will go to bed now.
I have turned my full length mirror around and am not allowed to look at it. I’m telling myself good things. I don’t always believe them, but maybe one day I will believe them.
Quiche is confusing me because I like him so, so much. I don’t want to be confused. But I will take being confused for now.












