i don't even have much to say. i'm tired. i'm sick. i don't feel well. i'm not exactly happy. brazil is beautiful. but it's beautiful like a complicated melody. it's complicated. but it still feels good. still sounds good. still looks good. but it hurts sometimes. like other things? i people watched today. i slept the day away after exhausting myself learning the dances of the orixas and doing a bit of afro-brazilian dance on saturday. i baked a cake for my host dad. his birthday is tomorrow. i wrote two sentences to a short story that i might never finish. and i found a short story that i began writing in high school that really opened a door to a part of me i hadn't bothered to look into since then. perhaps, i should start writing fiction again. is it funny that i'm in brazil going to classes everyday and wondering when, if ever, i'm actually going to get and enjoy a vacation?
can a sista just rest for a minute?
Exhibit C:
Couldn't tell me that I wasn't cute.
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