This feels a little like trespassing. Like I walked into someone’s thoughts as they move through a thousand different versions of themselves. There’s so much imagery and internal conflict here. From the wanting, the bargaining, the self-awareness, and that constant tension between who she is and who she thinks she needs to become.

Moments. Many, many moments.

This feels like the perfect ending to something this stream-of-consciousness. It really does feel like Tuesday thoughts spilled onto a page.