Weekend, I drowned

My weekend was a roller coaster of emotions.

Barely survived the weekend, but I held on tight to the promise of redemption that ice cream could offer. The fruity bits of mango and avocado flavors got me out of dark mood a little, though I can say that the dairy didn't really sit well with my stomach. So, it was a bloat-y, brooding, dark weekend. 

I slept throughout the day. It was punctuated by my visits to the kitchen to get a spoon and bowl for my serving of ice cream. Then to counter the bloating, I made some green tea. 

I couldn't help but just melt into my bed.

I wrote some emotional lines in my analog diary, my real notebook, the paper one.

Then reflected on my life.

Then talked with my best friend.

Elfster.

What is the difference between a girl and a woman?

Why is it hard to maintain relationships?

Why is life difficult?

Those kinds of topics.

Then I slept and slept and slept.

Dreamt of so many weird stuff.

Occasionally checking my phone.

Listened to Cooky Chua a lot, on repeat. 

She is the embodiment of a woman for me.

Just listen to her sing, she will reveal what a woman is.

Then I had some Regina Spektor songs in the background while I reflect about my relationships.

Then I think about moleskin.

And my pens.

And about my life, about my plans, about my emotions.

Then all of a sudden it is Monday.