in a way, this kinda feels like coming back home. me, inside a cafe, with an iced tea, cake, my laptop, and my imagination.
i miss writing. i don’t miss going to class or anything that is too structural. i just need to get back to something that made me happy. and this is it.
life’s too short to think about the past. concentrate on the future, this story i’m writing and the completion of this play!
cheers!