| 2019 | 11 | 05 | storytime |

i can't help being some kind of hopeless romantic and feel stuck in a world where things are just things and no one can see the sparkle in the everyday.

for example.

i've had a lot of coffee and i'm feeling emotional because my spreadsheet doesn't work.


i taught myself a while ago about not attaching sentiment to objects. which is weird because i still get a pang of jealousy over other peoples memory boxes.

i think i'm going to make a memory book of things. 

and photograph the object i should've kept that has sentimental value. maybe.