Dear Me...

Day 62: 14/4/2018

I almost went off into a mushy tangent while writing this but I'm not sure I'm quite there yet.

So it's 10 something here, and here I am trying to actually do my work ahead of time (although this is still a bit last minute but shhh).

I've also come to realized how much [self] loathing is stuffed into this body of mine. It's kind of jarring to be honest with you but I mean acknowledgement is the first step to recovery? Or something like that. I've never been one to remember sayings that well.

Anyhue....

His voice is what makes me happy. It does things to my feeble heart that shouldn't be possible but here we are, me keeled over at the shear beauty that are his vocals and you all wondering when I'll stop swooning and finally become consistent in life.

(Hint: Probably no time soon)