But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
training myself not to care.
God how I love Interpol these days, especially the song "NYC" where the citation above is from. I'm alone at home, drinking the rest of the Gin from last night with coke and I just can't get myself together. I woke up this morning feeling tired and sore everywhere after last nights little party with J and his friends. Somehow I ended up with "HELP" written on my arm after a hard, violent struggle with the boys and un œuf cassé all over my dress. J obviously didn't want me to stay over so I left with S and a feeling that it is pretty much over. But I'm training myself not to care and it gives me satisfaction, a feeling of control. Anyways, B is coming to Paris in August and I'm sure I could have lots more fun with him if I don't have a special someone.
S started working for Starbucks today, I hope she'll like it. Her boyfriend left her on saturday night and she's kind of broken. Today is a start of a whole new life for her. We didn't get the appartement from the 5th but we have a showing tonight in the 18th, that's Montmartre. It's really too hot to move, but what can you do.
I shoul stop drinking alone. And smoking inside.
I had a dream about a storm, it was so windy that all the leaves from trees went swirling around at it rained almost horizontaly and I was back in the countryside where I was born and raised. Cops had to took everyone home one by one because it would've been too dangerous to let us go by ourselves. Dark blue, dark green, gray, black, a sinister shade of orange.
I'm oddly happy, calm. Everything is not in it's right place, not by far, but I somehow like the feeling of unperfection, I like to wallow in self-pity, haha! Well, some lipstick and sunglasses and I'm off to find us a place to live. Wish us luck, Disco Duck!
S started working for Starbucks today, I hope she'll like it. Her boyfriend left her on saturday night and she's kind of broken. Today is a start of a whole new life for her. We didn't get the appartement from the 5th but we have a showing tonight in the 18th, that's Montmartre. It's really too hot to move, but what can you do.
I shoul stop drinking alone. And smoking inside.
I had a dream about a storm, it was so windy that all the leaves from trees went swirling around at it rained almost horizontaly and I was back in the countryside where I was born and raised. Cops had to took everyone home one by one because it would've been too dangerous to let us go by ourselves. Dark blue, dark green, gray, black, a sinister shade of orange.
I'm oddly happy, calm. Everything is not in it's right place, not by far, but I somehow like the feeling of unperfection, I like to wallow in self-pity, haha! Well, some lipstick and sunglasses and I'm off to find us a place to live. Wish us luck, Disco Duck!
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