Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Seventy-Six
Strentgth.
Four days in a row. I decide that tomorrow will be a rest day; the work will come later.
Will I regret this all-black choice by the end of the day?
“What can’t she do?”
Familiar faces in the light-filled Atrium.
Basically, what I’m saying is that the grass is never greener, but some things are worth sacrificing for freedom.
The longest, shortest week ever. What day is it? What month is it? What hour? When will it be the weekend again?
They roll to 6-0.
It always takes longer than I think it will. Need to make more space.
I just want it to be fun, and right now, it doesn’t feel fun.
