Better

The past couple weeks have been hard, but renewing. I've bought myself new shoes, I'm redoing my whole apartment, new bed linens, new paintings, door color, new me. I'm creating a sanctuary for myself, into which no guy is allowed to come. No more disrupting my peace with Mr. Right Now. This is my life. It's mine. It's for me to design to my liking, to trim and shape as I see fit. I'm doing this, for myself. And I'm about to pull off my craziest feat yet. You'll see. It's my time to do exactly what I want when I want to do it, how I want to do it! It's my time!!!!

eet

Old typewriters had an eet key, a key like a backspace- it took you back. It didn't erase, but it allowed you to write over your mistakes.
Eet was a way to start over.



"It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You can't believe it, you were always singin' along. It was so easy, and the words so sweet, you can't remember, you try to feel the beat, eet, eet, eet." - Regina Spektor (Eet)