I'm wearing mascara for the first time in months and my eyelashes are longer and thicker than I ever remember them being.
I'll miss the Bean and the ocean the most when I'm gone. I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave only to go back to a city that's brown and dry and only has two kinds of trees and gets snow in the middle of May. I don't want to. I'm being childish and unreasonable because it's late, but going back to Calgary for the summer has just struck me as the most profoundly awful idea I've had in my entire life.
No comments:
Post a Comment