The weekend has come to an inevitable end. As far as recent memories serve, it was the perfect couple of days, but a bit quick and short-lived (HAHAHAHAHA sounds way more emo than I’d have expected it to). Somehow turning twenty doesn’t seem as bad as its make-believe connotations. I feel rather indifferent metaphorically and literally, except for the fact I’ve been feasting away for the past two days to satiate this insatiable hunger that I’m experiencing.

Dinner on Saturday was nice, albeit graced with awkwardness at some points but I reckon polishing off glass bottles and filling our lungs with smoke from burning a certain type of plant brought an upswing in things.

Thanks to everyone who made my birthday so awesome, I had a great twentieth <3