heartbroken, humiliated and phlegmy
I should be excited that I am coming home. Familiar faces and loved ones comfort and control. But I am wishing that I could stay here longer...
I met a man. And this time he is an actual man. 24, a carpenter and boat builder, has his shit all in line, and I really do adore him. This is the one from Melbourne. So charming and considerate. I was supposed to go back up to Melbourne to see him, say goodbye and all this sappy stuff, but it was not feasible. So here I am, in Adelaide packing my bags, buying souvenirs and talking to him on the phone. I wish I had the ability to figure out if he is worthwhile pining after. I’m sure that I would eventually change my mind if I had time, as I do with everyone else. I HATE having a timer on all my relationships...
To make matters worse, I was in the city today and when I was getting off the bus, what did I do? I fell flat on my face. in front of everyone scraped the shiznit out of my knees and toes and hands and just looked around goofily at everyone, mumbling about how I was ok... blood dripping down my leg I continued to finish my shopping... which included a package of fun sized snickers to mend my broken ego...
I am home now, and finally realizing that smoking HAS done damage to my body, I can feel it in the mucus at the back of my throat. I sound like that woman at work who sounds like she is constantly coughing up a lung...
Ohhh dear today is the day for wallowing, finishing off my box of wine and massacring the pack of snickers...
I better have a warm welcome when I get home.
I met a man. And this time he is an actual man. 24, a carpenter and boat builder, has his shit all in line, and I really do adore him. This is the one from Melbourne. So charming and considerate. I was supposed to go back up to Melbourne to see him, say goodbye and all this sappy stuff, but it was not feasible. So here I am, in Adelaide packing my bags, buying souvenirs and talking to him on the phone. I wish I had the ability to figure out if he is worthwhile pining after. I’m sure that I would eventually change my mind if I had time, as I do with everyone else. I HATE having a timer on all my relationships...
To make matters worse, I was in the city today and when I was getting off the bus, what did I do? I fell flat on my face. in front of everyone scraped the shiznit out of my knees and toes and hands and just looked around goofily at everyone, mumbling about how I was ok... blood dripping down my leg I continued to finish my shopping... which included a package of fun sized snickers to mend my broken ego...
I am home now, and finally realizing that smoking HAS done damage to my body, I can feel it in the mucus at the back of my throat. I sound like that woman at work who sounds like she is constantly coughing up a lung...
Ohhh dear today is the day for wallowing, finishing off my box of wine and massacring the pack of snickers...
I better have a warm welcome when I get home.