~Noelle~
I find that I always think about the past. What happened yesterday, what happened years ago. The stupid mosquito that keeps singing to me every time I take a step in any direction of a tree. They're suddenly everywhere. Where was I? Yes, monologuing about my constant need to stay in the past.
What? No.
Fuck.
About a week ago, I tried on a disgusting wedding dress. Not so much has changed since then. Besides one, very annoying factor. Dante. He insisted I begin my work as- the fuck if I know what he called me. But I resolve disputes. I think. I should opt to get a dictionary. Refresh my mind. Maybe there are better synonyms, and cuss words that I can find there.
