i sit in my newly-organized room. pile of clothes still lingers on the floor behind and to the left of me. screen is dimmed to 50%. flylight brightly illuminates center of keyboard from an angle.

life is a scary thing. i know how i feel, yet i still don't know how to feel. how i should feel, that is. it's so easy to be angry, to focus on the unfairness and the injustice and the lack of mercy and the prevalence of trials. i can't ever imagine what it must be like. perhaps it's easiest just to focus on the to-do list: contact travel agency for itinerary. contact uncle lee's cell phone. set up return flight. reschedule next week's tutoring.

maybe it's bedtime. i feel sleepy. it's just hard to think about sleep right now.