dear fleur.lately i just want to sit on my bed in my yoga sweats and make 100 christmas presents and write my hands off and drink paris and sing along to my meadowlark and finally be something.
sometimes i feel like i am nothing.
it's weird to feel like that.
the other night, i dreamed that i bought a little house in france. and i went to teach there. it was lovely. but when i woke up i was sad. it wasn't real. there was no french bakery just down the street from me.
mommy bought me a little green coat today. it reminds me of GLEE.
i drew today. pink dresses covered in bows. i liked it.
i should go to bed. i'm tired of sewing.
love bells.
p.s. i'm looking for robert browning's "bells and pomegranates." it's kind of like an adventure.
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