I wanted to write something but I cannot do it in a calm and rational manner like I want to because I made a mistake and I am filled with so much guilt. I know it sounds like I did something huge but it’s really tiny. The guilt isn’t as small, though.
So I decided that I like this group of girls even more because they forgave me for it.
The past week was lovely because everything went as planned. Next week seems like a disaster because dinner plans are all over the place. The pen I used to write in my planner ran out so I’ll have to get a new one tomorrow. My substitute pen makes my handwriting not as perfect. Yes, different pens results in different handwriting for me; the pen controls me. Everything seems really tight so I hope it all works out.
The day ended well. I’m planning to start my monthly facial ritual tomorrow. It’s time to take care of those stubborn blackheads that can only be removed by force.