Been writing lately. 

You know those days. For a while you think you've lost yourself in what is material. When you're on routine. When you've ran out of cash. I'm completely broke and I find myself scrapping together coins because I want to get a sushi roll for $13 and a tip. My Dolce & Gabbana perfume, whose bottle will soon be empty, smells old on my cardigan and I want to spray more. I want a new bottle. Coins. I want to be fabulous. 

What the fuck is that anyway. 

I wonder what it is I am doing. Coins. Where I am going. Coins. How much money I need. Coins. When I'll start feeling like I am truly living my life instead of waiting for my life to start.

I know what I need. Coins.
I know what I don't need. It's everything I keep spending my coins on.