square. one.

another breaking point?
um.
maybe this is the day that everything is scraped riiiight back to square one.
i think so.
i'm back in this bed. in these walls, this sound and the same 'i don't wanna move to go wash my face' feeling. feeling apathetic. sorrrrt of. but all of these pictures from yoga magazines is a breath of fresh air. i just want the usual coffee, yanno? make myself some oatmeal, and drink coffee. with wet hair.
i've never gone to school with wet hair.
but tomorrow.
this is a new start.
god.
i have so many things to say, but because i've had them pulled out of me, i'm exhausted.
remind me tomorrow.