Pretty hungry I must say, but for something gourmet, not like a glob of peanut butter I'd find on my cheek or a Goldfish cracker that fell down my cleavage. Maybe some homemade Mac n' cheese or pasta with small shells and something cheesy on top
Tired, a bit proud that I'm done with my financial documents so far. Slightly anxious because I haven't done everything I wanted to do today, but happy that I have spent some time enjoying myself without feeling guilty.
empty and cold and demotivated... it seems that I become this way whenever my parents or other similar people talk about things that we're doing today. Saying something like "we're going to disneyland at 3" ruins my enthusiasm because it's objectifies that experience to a mere task with a specific time frame, restricting my sense of freedom from an infinite universe to a... line graph... I get an impression similar to, without actually thinking these words: "well now if I suddenly happened to be given the opportunity to travel to the moon or explore a magical forest, that won't happen anymore because I have to go to disneyland instead, my life has been decided for me" . I am too sensitive to the way people say things. (btw im not going to disneyland, but rather... church. Bleghhhhghgehahg id rather trip down the stairs and fuck up my knees.)