i'm half way through the death i spoke about earlier last week.
my eyes feel so heavy. like they're yelling at me for torturing them.

tamara's HERE. it's straaaange. but very good. she's here for her sister's graduation, even though, they don't walk or anything, so i dunno. we should chalk while she's here.

i asked my mom if she wants to go to new york with me, and she laughed at me.
good sign. good sign.