Window A

the sky is cloudless today. saw orion's belt in the sky and it's in the wrong place :) it seems to have shifted off the horizon into a little nook just above me when i crane my head out of the window.

i dislike how the little things that other people do have such an effect. the perceived glance of disdain, the elusive smirk and the stare. sigh. and the thing is. none of this is probably even real.

it pains me how words seem to dribble so slowly out of my hands. they're little crippled, maimed worker ants when they're with me. i wish they would get prosthetic limbs.