pieces of her mind

11192009

cappuccino. french cinema. cold weather. strange darkness in the morning. it takes a couple of minutes for the water to warm up. I hate leaving the warm bed sheets and standing on the cold floor. there are too many constants in my days yet they are what keeps me (in)sane. I am returning to my childhood by listening to the lion king soundtrack on repeat. sometimes I feel lonely for no reason. I sit alone with my thoughts wishing I could do certain things differently. I swear I never meant to fall in love with you. but you bought me coffee and you probably shouldn’t have. you have high expectations and standards, he said.

these few days have been happy but not the greatest. I try to make a list of things to be grateful for at least couple of times a week, but sometimes I am just running out of ideas and pleasures that make me happy. it always seems to be the same. I like the way you make me feel and I like being your friend more than anything in the world, but I am tired. terribly tired and I am not sure you understand.

loneliness doesn’t hurt as much as empty words.

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