friday the 22nd

All I need is to exist, and for others to exist alongside me, and for my shower not to shake when I'm in it.

I'm going to a french party today. A little bell rings over my head, various niceties surround me but my bedroom's a mess and I can't stand it. Why does the roof creak? It's disillusioning.

I need somebody to french plait my hair. Soon I will touch my toes easily.