Sunday, January 4

left-to-do list. and sunday

as that to-do line that you can never cross out, like could be going to the gym or drinking less alcohol, mine is writing. every single night that i go to bed without writing i have a voice in my head saying hey don't pretend you didn't remember it. becauuuuseeeee of course you did. when i'm alone i'm serious i just can't stop thinking about i should be writing.
even when i write i know i'll have to write again.
that's life. crossing out that eternal phrase of your to-do list
knowing you'll have to write it again tomorrow.