today felt a lot like autumn. I laid around, read a lot, I even started writing a story after hanging out in my grandma's closet for a while and feeling strangely inspired.

"I've always been told that I speak in a quiet voice. The way my words flow make it hard to understand me. Literally and figuratively. Maybe that's why I never got the chance to know a lot of people."

maybe I'll post the story once it's done.
maybe not.

I'm at my mom's house and I realized today that I really really miss watching dishes.