#THIS IS HORRIBLE IM SORRY GURFIJG

[joannahassan-blog]

joanna’s note book was opened on her lap as she sat in the outdoor seating of the coffee shop. an iced coffee on the table in front of her, her phone the only thing with it on the empty table surrounded by empty seats around her. she always preferred to be alone, especially when doing what she was doing. her note book was covered in writing and sketches, her two art forms floating around the pages showing her innermost thoughts. poetry scribbled down, and sketches dancing around the words. pages were loose, drawings and poetry that she had ripped out to turn in for class, then forced back in once she got it back. a single movement and it would fly away, and even if she stayed still the breeze forced the pages out of the book, flying through the air until the hit the ground. she grunted with annoyance, bending down to pick up the papers and trying to stop them from going anywhere else. “fuck.” she mumbled to herself, showing her irritation.