(writing this because I honestly wish I wrote about myself and my life more - recently I have deviated so much from what is real because ah I don't know artistic licences do take over my mind in episodes)
#1 Here's to hoping that third time is the charm. I've never understood why three has the propensity to be deemed as the number to take note of: either the number of inconceivable misfortune or luck; the number riddled with possibilities and the number with a promise there will be no after (I truly hope this is the case) (you have very, very bright eyes).
#2 I have incredible friends - thank you so, so much. You put me before yourselves and for that you are so wonderfully selfless and so wonderfully loved (by me). I may insist I have terrible luck but this clearly cannot be the case since I managed to score all of you.
#3 I want to write so much more than I am - I want to write about the taste of foreign foods and drinks and lips, I want to write about people at traffic lights, I want to write about storms and the way your eyes flash like one and I want to write about you. Sadly I cannot: JC life does not permit me to do so ah the heavy workload is quite crushing (!!!) leaving me little time to do things I love.
#4 Sometimes I lose my appetite. The reason for this is silly and hard to explain but I will try: there are days where my stomach feels like they are filled with butterflies. Their wings brush against my edges and douses me in warmth and that fluttery feeling that spreads to my toes and the brink of my fingertips like fire - I am a cage and they are struggling to be free. I simply cannot put food in there because I'm already full from the butterflies living in me - they take up all the space and leave no room for seconds.