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1 may 2026
ena here. airi gave me a new notebook for my birthday.
it’s a really nice one, too.
it’s pink with little purple-blue flowers embroidered on the cover. delphinium, i think? she told me she stitched it herself. she said it would be “good for sketching” and would help me with my problem of losing all my sketches. (i can’t believe she remembered, lol…)
i’m writing this in my notes app.
i keep telling myself i’ll write in it once i have something worth putting in it.
something worth ruining that pristine first page for.
which is funny, because if i wait until then, i’ll probably never open it.
that’s what i really hate about notebooks—they’re so fragile. you start drawing on the first page, and it always turns out wrong. you try to erase it, but the only thing you do is create ugly black streaks along the paper. and there; you've ruined it. then, ashamed, you cast it away into the depths of a cupboard, where it’ll do nothing but gather dust and fester.
you’ll start to hate that notebook, then you’ll start to hate yourself.
anyway, it’s 22 degrees out, and it’s a cloudy day.
see you tomorrow.