Soon I'll watch the five-hour film Fin recommended.
I haven't been abominably bad, even though it's winter and no one has news anymore—
Emma asked if I was finding it difficult to kill time.
Right now, I'm drawn to movement and my artistic pursuit. I'm not in a mood to pretend.
There was a line in a tv show I watched where one character was proud of another character solely for his decisiveness. I thought that was beautiful.
My sister and I unraveled an argument about risk-taking during the pandemic. Afterwards, we talked about finding a dress to wear to our other sister's wedding. It's in April.
I think I get more serious in the winter, like a stern caricature of myself. Please laugh.
I have a lot of sore spots right now.
My horoscopes are telling me that it's my turn to receive. I joked about the Annie Lenox song while driving.
I'm practicing vulnerability in hopes that I am loved and accepted in return.
Missing can be monumental.
As I was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty.
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