I was trying to see if you were okay, I wanted to still see if we could be friends and see how you're feeling. After a few dozen calls, your sister finally tells me that "no one wants to speak" to me. That's cool, i'll try again. I've got fourty-five free minutes to use up still. Oh, but right now I am content, i'm tired and annoyed with the work I have to do; but I'm content within myself. Hopefully that won't change when I go back home. Everything's better, the heating's back and I love how i'm not really affected by the need of wanting to be in a relationship or seeing/hearing about relationships and I don't feel down about it. I think I've made some progress, I need to figure out what makes me happy and in the meantime just focus on my work.
Books about the seaside,
by candlelight.
Dreaming of the freedom,
with flowers in bloom.
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