Jul 06, 2012 05:46
It is 5:17 am and my body refuses to sleep.
I feel like I'm up in the air in that airplane caught in turbulance and waiting for that moment when I feel the plane hit the runway and I know I am not going to die mid-air.
I took 9 planes this summer, I stopped thinking about death by the 3rd.
I lived for 3 months in the past 3 weeks and I feel like I'm growing and my old space is too small for me now.
Right before I left, I met S and we came to the final stage of this year long break up. Knowing that you love someone but that you cannot be with them is the loneliest feeling in the world.