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June 10, 2017 - 133 words
Sunday morning calm. Soft puffy clouds. Light infiltrates this apartment the way it should on a Sunday. I move out in two weeks because I found another place and I feel pretty good about that. It’s a nice studio with plenty of light, space and no parking. That’s fine. Actually it’s not fine because I predict having to cast a lot of profanity spells in order to make a space materialize but a year of living alone feels like the right step, a good opportunity to practice self-care. The last time I lived alone I was already lonely and unsocial, didn’t know how to engage with the world or find peace. Now I am in a completely different mental place. For example later this afternoon I will be doing MDMA. Sunday evening bliss.