Waiting for John to wake up, watching Sex and the City.
Cut off my hair. Purple tape keeping my right lens in. No makeup.
Still no phone. Last intramural volleyball game today. Interview tomorrow.
Ahead on homework and behind on sleep. All out of weed and cigarettes.
I used to think everyone deserved kindness, but I’m beginning to think they need to earn it. People think I’m a pushover they can take advantage of, or that I’m so nice they can be rude, selfish, and/or mean to me, get away with it, and I’ll sill be nice to them, but that’s just taking my kindness for granted and makes me not trust or respect them.