just jaime

Old superstitions are one of my favourite things about old things.

Walking in the rain may seem like a nuisance to some, but not to me.

I am very tired.

A ramble-poem about control or the lackthereof. 

2021 is fast-approaching. New Year, new me? Probably not.

I wrote this earlier this year after hearing, "My love has never known reciprocity," over and over again in my head (it still rings true).

A message to my younger self.