- waking up early without class as a reason
- post office for passport
- sorting new phone
- printing Cyanotypes beyond wanting to do so
- not paying attention to rude peers
- new zine that excites even this old heart (feeling clever and proud)
- long trip to get wood to complete my bed frame
- talking to my best friend on the phone
- sleepy team ride home
- folding zines past midnight
- planning for Japan

I haven’t felt this sad and angry in a long time. I hate this fucking city and I hate that I’m here, and I hate who this city is turning me into. I’m sick of crying and feeling lonely and resenting the people I love for being happy without me.

I don’t know why I can feel such negative emotions so strongly and can never feel and equal in happyness