today just felt like i ran out of capitals.
as i watched little dots of snowflakes falling on the wordpress screen, my insides sighed with a weird mixture of contentment and sad longing.
i’m never good with people. it makes me sad, sometimes, that i don’t know how to enjoy people.
i know how to do hard work, get things done, even be kind and nice to people at certain times…but the choleric part of me, the damned choleric inside me, it eats away at the jasmine who knows how to love and celebrate and laugh.
i hate parties. they always make me feel like that.