She's chilled, relaxed, stretched and sitting. She talks to her friends, she laughs and she had a pretty good day.
She's worried about school still but is working to fix things, she's excited to see him on wednesday, she hasn't seen him in such a long time...not since the summer.
She sings along to Damien Rice. She's trying to think of soemthing to write. Her hands are getting older; she can see the bones move as she types. When she breathes in deeply, she gets that hollow between her collar bones. She's almost 19 and she's taking control. She'll be successful, she'll figure herself out and she'll have a good summer. (she'll work on the long term later....)