school again. and so again waking up early and again freezing and again buses and people and teachers and tiredness. i miss my bed so much!
a day of pretended attention, fake things, polite conversations, echoes, head falling, etc..
i want a new pair of shoes although i don't really need them at all. but are really exquisite, so old-looking. maybe.
and an unceasing strong desire of flowered/polkadotted fabrics here right now.
i have a letter to write