Pouring moonlight.

I like spending some extra time in bed every morning recalling the dreams I had. Planning the day, thinking about breakfast, stretching like a cat etc.
But some nights, I dream a million dreams. So my head feels boggy when I wake up and it takes a while to clear the fog away. Makes me feel grumpy. Makes me feel like saying No to the day and going back to sleep. Today was one of those days.

I laugh a lot. I mean, A LOT. Me and s2 usually end up with tears in our eyes from laughing too hard. Also I turn red very easily. Ive been told.

My dad is funny in the sense that he acts all tough and stone like but inside hes just giant big marshmallow. He smiles his microsmile. I love his micro smile and his subtle non-laugh.

One would think that after four years it would get easier to leave home. Well actually it does get easier but some times, it's as hard as leaving for the first time. I like to leave early when everyone is asleep.

I'm now back at the hostel and struggling to get out of bed. V texted me and said she was struggling too. So we exchanged some music on whatsapp and now she's up but I'm still in bed. Ok I'm up too now.

Nd and W came to pick me last night. For ice cream. We ate, talked, laughed and then they dropped me back. Mood elevator.

My hair is short now. Proper short. Its so refreshing. A friend of mine suggested making eggs in butter. Have to try that. I have a good feeling about it.

My hands are always warm. Even when its cold.