I hate living in the past, but I am. Urg.

I spelled snow wrong.


I'm learning to pay more attention to things around me. There was a piece of dried lime around me.


I was playing with this piece of paper coil on my finger when chatting with my grandma on the phone. She can barely comprehend me now. I was really sad after I hung up, and was staring at it for awhile.


This piece of mint green cloth was in my childhood memory a lot. I remember staining it.