Last week, I talked very briefly about the private diary I’ve been writing since I was 13. We’ve been talking about journals on the Rookie Tumblr, too, so I thought: why not show a little tiny peek into mine?
This is an example from late at night, the gap between waking and sleeping. It’s a limbo that I quite enjoy falling into. Feelings can be quite intense then and that’s nice, except you can’t really do anything with them, because your mind is like, “I need to go to sleep!” I don’t know how to keep these moments from slipping through my fingers.
When I woke up the next morning, I wondered whether I had actually dreamed it. My head was full of city lights and lace exhibitions and daffodils and pavements and train journeys and photos and my auntie’s house in London and all of the things that I think I deserve to do. Sometimes, I still have a childlike wonder for all these things I actually can do. ♦