it’s 12:42am, and i’m exhausted, but wide awake. been through every emotion possible in the past 48 hours. i’ve just poured myself a glass of milk and retrieved two double stuffed oreos from the pantry. i never eat oreos. what this says about the space i’m in at the moment, i’m not even sure. just felt like being honest and a tiny bit vulnerable at this crazy hour.

off to dunk cookies and find a forgiving pillow. mm