Dear Stranger,
You know what? It's a good day today. There's nothing about it that makes it particularly better than most days, nothing I can put my finger on anyway. In fact, I'm on my period, my back, head, and stomach hurts, and still, it's a good day.
I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and I thought I looked pretty ! Not gorgeous, but my curls are healthy, I don't have giant eyebags under my eyes like I usually do, and I don't hate my body as much as usually do.
There's snow on the ground outside, it's nice. I dreamt of cats.
My mind is going a million miles per hour but that's okay, I accept my stupid brain today.
I assume in something like three hours my mood will have completely changed, because of the hormones and stuff, but I'm just gonna enjoy my good mood for now.
I want to write, so badly. About heroes and superpowers and magic and Ghibli landscapes and powerful monologues and cool one liners and characters growing together and found family and love and everything I've ever wanted to be a part of.
I'm hungry.