Today
I took a walk.
At some point in that walk, I decided to climb a tree.
They say man is descended from monkeys.
I think I missed out on the monkey gene and got a fish ancestor.
A ripped pair of tights and a bruised knee later, I gave up on the climbing a tree absurdity.
Susan is right. In the book of life, I would make a killer damsel in distress.
Nothing like a bruised knee to keep me humble.
So I sat at the base of that darn tree and watched the light fade.
It is a rare and wonderful thing to find a peaceful place when you live in a manor with 22 other students.
But today my thoughts clanked like a box of pennies and keys- so loud the trees could probably hear.
I bet they are back there gossiping about me right now.
So much has happened since I came here.
Yesterday
It would have been the one year anniversary of me and a boy.
But instead, I spent the day wandering from bookshop to bookshop in search of distraction.
The dress for that very important date hangs sadly in my closet.
Tomorrow
I will watch the sun rise.
And after class, I will go looking for a pool.
I need to swim.
A solid hour of laps, and my problems will have dissolved.
Good night all.
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