I am a horrible person.

Let’s remember those new year’s resolutions now. 

It’s strange how two people can have a conversation with each other one day and suddenly become strangers again on another day. It’s strange how you can be good friends with somebody and then ignore them afterwards.

To say hi or not say hi, I hate those awkward moments of contemplation. 

I should be sleeping. It’s too bad that I can’t.

Instead I’m up reading about Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance; looking up the works of poets and spoken word artists; and laying in my bed to listen to the sound of raindrops falling and birds singing outside my window. I’ve also decided to add in a few things to my bucket list, such as road trip across America, seeing New York, annnnnnnnddddd visiting Harlem (especially)! Damn you civil rights poets, why do you make yourself look so cool and inspiring?

P.S: This summer, I wanna do everything. Eat (A LOT). drink (bubbleTEA!). sleep (WELL). party (HARDY). And then do it all over again! Okay, this will probably not be the case, but a girl can dream.

Seems like it’s finally time for me to try to get some sleep now. ‘Night peeps.