This week.

Honoring my hunger and its different manifestations.

She’s right. I should just tell the truth and tell it now.

Another car full of girls. Today is a much shorter day.

She thinks it easier because she understands the asks. It’s easier because she’s experienced the hard.

Only two more weeks until another set of classes begins. I’m on my way. I’m on my way.

Dehydrated.

Grapes and cherries and answers to questions you didn’t want to ask.

This feels a little rigged. Is it supposed to be this easy? I am glad it was this easy.

I forgot to practice.