today i am making pasta.
my italian branch would have been delightful to know that.

probably, i am already used to open my eyes at 4.45 a.m.
i just have to hear, how bros always saying the same thing
今日はめっちゃ寒いさむいさむいさむいさむいさみゅぅぅぅぅぅぅぅ。
and he is always kissing me goodbye before he lefts.
(aw, if i manage my work luckily i do not want him to work.)

today monday starts with letters and orange ice cream.
and rain outside, whispering something about sadness.
the last day of the winter.

was a warm one *)