eleventh

Today
started out well. Running late for piano (as usual),
scrambled into a toasty car baked by the sun from the rooftop (as usual),
made up for my lack of practice at the studio while having endless conversations with my teacher about love, life... exercise (and lack thereof). Funny how well I click with someone who was the exact antithesis of myself.
Came home,
and everything started spinning downhill.
Got incredibly, outrageously upset at something/someone... maybe it was the hormones. Or pent-up emotions. Something.


Maybe tomorrow would be better.
Maybe I'll dye my hair black. Cut some fringe. Curl my hair.
Buy two lipsticks.
Life could get much better than this.


I hope your evening was lovely.