I kind of fell in love with someone. It would never have worked anyway because this guy likes women. However with my mishandling I kinda destroyed the possibility that we could even be friends much.
The days are passing by here. I suppose they would anywhere. I bought a monograph by the sculptor Emily Young.
I’m drinking coffee. Maybe I should drink matcha?
I’ve been dumped out of academia again.
Wackademia I call it!
Is the revolution coming?
Is it as hopeless as Myanmar?
I fell in love (it’s still possible). It’s like it was an impossible ideal. The guy in question will at least still talk to me.