Dear Diary,
As it rained all day, I lay lazily in the bath with bubbles & salts, Beach House & Stereolab playing in the background softly.
I ate in the window seat beside my succulent, a glass jar of raspberry coconut milk yogurt.
I imagined I was living a bucolic, rococo life, off in Annecy, maybe, or some quaint little village in the Swiss alps.
I fancied myself in a pre-Raphaelite portrait.
I have to romanticize everything,
Turn the little things into grand joys, turn the despairing into cinematic moments, the pain into poetry that I can be proud of.
It makes me feel blessed & feel love.
