The Advent of Some Sugar.

Greenery shies, out my window, but I dance. I’m happy, I don’t know why, and I find surprising that two good songs in my streaming service are called ‘Sugar.’ I fear that, instead of complex emotions, I have only the two sides of a coin. An uncooperative, rumbling, gloomy frown gives way to a brimming, sugary, storming grin. Yesterday I couldn’t face my desk, today, I have ordered a pretty notebook to make a bullet journal, in hopes that it will help me bring a sprinkle of order into my boisterous yet uneventful life. I love stationary.

I don’t know if I should continue with the Spanish little course, or again, forget about it, because I just find the teaching of a language an onerous task, and because I always find myself wanting to have more experience first, so I don’t do things that can grant it. Also I don’t want to talk about myself (secretly do, I guess), but is the thing that can be more readable. If I tell a story, ’bout fake travellings, would someone read it? 

I am drawing. Not very good, but I am doing it everyday.  I am going to stop doing some things in this journal. Stop promising things to myself, because I may not have the time to do them all in a short period of time, and stop avoiding it. It should be my practice for some wholesome thangs.

I get distracted so easily. I hope, with all my heart, that the bullet journal helps with that. I am so messy and absentminded that some of my dreams and fancies are indistinguishable from real life. But I am resolved!, to take a little control of my life, enough so that I don’t feel bad about it. I feel so hopeful. Now, slipping into some good tunes, and early to bed.

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