turned off cellular data for instagram, deleted twitter off of my phone, carried around The Handmaid’s Tale everywhere.
despite the lack of sunlight, train rides are a lot less depressing than what im used to.
there is less order, compared to what i know. i
talked about my vivid dreams via text. i
realized ive developed some kind of trust issue.
a new language is inhabiting my brain, and i
realized that i was in the process of developing a new personality. i
didnt see a familiar face in the mirror, and liked her better. i
dug up my mind. im now coming to terms with what ive found. i
watched a lot of gilmore girls.