while papa irritated me immensely, he was also very funny. his focus was on everything but the stars - passing airplanes, trucks on the road, people talking on the pavements, people on neighbouring rooftops.
it was cool that he let me smoke without investigating my "cigarette" too deeply, haha

cried in the auto too, truly breaking personal records of hopelessness here. the stinging weight of tears gathering in your eyes when you're unable to let them out bc you'll look like a lunatic

i forgot the context of this but my god im so jealous of past-me rn. also want to shake her and scream "WRITE YOUR GODDAMN PAPER" bc im suffering for it now

but hey, at least im getting a lunch at peter cat!