Notes app dump#4 or maybe 6

I deleted some.

I went to the [redacted] sample sale and came home with socks. I wasn't listening to my intuition but you never know when it's going to be worth it.

Everyone's doing too much. I told my therapist i would stop but there's a tuna can opening every night and i'm not talking about my cat's dinner. Of course you know all of this. You live in New York. You read that one downtown writer's restaurant recommendations and you’re constantly refreshing for a reservation. The city is so boring when you can afford it.

Last weekend I sat by the river. I ate seaweed and drank beer and listened to someone else's music. Being broke isn't fun either but at least it's more adventurous.

Ive been moving my body more than usual but I suspect it's getting bigger. That, or my eyes are getting smaller because nothing at the sample sale fit me. How funny would it be to have [redacted] skinny jeans and a silk feline covered top, I thought.

Not very.

Moving my body feels good. So does writing little notes that mean nothing. You don't care about that though. You're here for second hand embarrassment, to read notes written by someone who’s just as insecure as you are. But i'm tired of everyone asking me if I'm ok. How do you talk to yourselves? I've never known a confident girl or at least I've never been able to befriend one.

I said I would be meaner on here but I have a job. I said I would start writing more fiction but the truth is everything I already told you is a lie.