auntie

I’m writing this as La Parfum de Fleurs plays.

Today was exam day. It was also a hypersomnia day.

Afterwards when Ef got home we talked. About how hard it is to stay afloat at med school. I need to find better reasons to convince myself to fight, I think.

I sent off a long text, cutting someone else out of my life at 5 AM last night.

I don’t want to write much else. I don’t feel like talking.