My breakfast this morning consisted of toast with nutella and blueberry smiley faces on top and chicken fingers on the side.
I have the incredible urge to start the new journal I bought yesterday even though my current one isn't full yet. I seem to do this all the time with journals; especially when I feel like I've hit a new stage in life. Stage, what stage? I'm the only one of my roommates who does not live on the stage. Is it a waste of paper to start a new one or an artist statement?
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