It’s so sweet of you to ask me whether I need some new books from my room. So typical of you as well. I love you, but for the love of God, don’t!! I mean it. I already took so many books and movies and like 14 playlists with me. I’m good. You saw my giant backpack.
Honestly, I should stay the hell away from Netflix before I binge six seasons of some forgettable show just to stay busy. I don’t need or want anything exciting to occupy myself. I feel that after what happened these past few months, it would be good for me to meditate just doing nothing, slow down the frantic pace of my life a bit. My aunt has an old copy of The Iliad on her bookshelf right next to her Bible, and re-reading it without the background of boring homework or essays to write, it calms me down a lot. (Ironic, I know.)
You of all people should know & appreciate that sometimes I need to calm myself down more than others, heart over head as usual. You’ve seen my extreme mood swings from feeling that the world hates me and that we’re all going to die to throwing an impromptu flat party and cooking pasta for everyone at 2am. You know how passionate I can get over things to the point of absolute embarrassment. I treat my poor heart like a sick child and give in to whatever it wants. Don’t tell the others, they wouldn’t understand.
Love, W.