Close the Fucking Window
So I'm back. Back from a three week vacation.
Did you miss me?
Kit came and went. In the span of two weeks, I got together with the love of my life, spent the most wonderful days of my life with her, and ultimately had to let her go. I shouldn't have. I should have tried to find a way to destroy her plane ticket and keep her with me forever.
I love you Kit. I really do. "I can't help falling in love with you."
Why oh why must the first girl to make me feel this way be living in California? Meeting people on the net truly is a curse and a blessing... Although I guess it is better to experience extreme pleasure and utter sadness for two weeks than being apathetic all year long. *sigh* We'll just need to figure out ways to see each other again.
I fucking hate Montreal.
That stupid city has always been responsible for making many of my friends move away from me, and now, it's also a city where I drive in with my love on my passenger seat and drive out without her. While being stuck in stupid traffic jams for hours, I should add. With NOTHING to listen to on the radio, making it even worse. I can't believe the biggest city in Quebec only has SHIT on its airwaves. I hate that stupid place. That friday afternoon was pure torture,
The fact I kept trying to hug someone that wasn't on my passenger seat anymore didn't help. Saddest friday of my life. My gas tank is also almost empty. And I don't have any money to fill it up. I can't wait for payday. I guess I'll seriously need to manage my resources more efficiently with this new expensive appartment. But this has nothing to do with Montreal. Speaking of appartments...
My appartment is way too big now.
When I first moved in, I thought it was too small. But I managed to decorate it rather nicely (well, nicely for my tastes, at least). But now that she's gone, this place feels way too big. Just being in there makes me sad. I keep looking at the coffee machine she bought for me which have been unsurprisingly empty since she left, sighing. I need to get over this depression and fast.
...This appartment is also so very expensive compared to when I was living with a roommate. Although... the extra money is worth it, I'd say. I'll definately need to invite friends over more often. And of course, get Kit to come back as soon as possible.
I'm now back to work. But that nice fast food joint called California Hot Dog not too far from here closed. How come all the great things from California have to go?
Did you miss me?
Kit came and went. In the span of two weeks, I got together with the love of my life, spent the most wonderful days of my life with her, and ultimately had to let her go. I shouldn't have. I should have tried to find a way to destroy her plane ticket and keep her with me forever.
I love you Kit. I really do. "I can't help falling in love with you."
Why oh why must the first girl to make me feel this way be living in California? Meeting people on the net truly is a curse and a blessing... Although I guess it is better to experience extreme pleasure and utter sadness for two weeks than being apathetic all year long. *sigh* We'll just need to figure out ways to see each other again.
I fucking hate Montreal.
That stupid city has always been responsible for making many of my friends move away from me, and now, it's also a city where I drive in with my love on my passenger seat and drive out without her. While being stuck in stupid traffic jams for hours, I should add. With NOTHING to listen to on the radio, making it even worse. I can't believe the biggest city in Quebec only has SHIT on its airwaves. I hate that stupid place. That friday afternoon was pure torture,
The fact I kept trying to hug someone that wasn't on my passenger seat anymore didn't help. Saddest friday of my life. My gas tank is also almost empty. And I don't have any money to fill it up. I can't wait for payday. I guess I'll seriously need to manage my resources more efficiently with this new expensive appartment. But this has nothing to do with Montreal. Speaking of appartments...
My appartment is way too big now.
When I first moved in, I thought it was too small. But I managed to decorate it rather nicely (well, nicely for my tastes, at least). But now that she's gone, this place feels way too big. Just being in there makes me sad. I keep looking at the coffee machine she bought for me which have been unsurprisingly empty since she left, sighing. I need to get over this depression and fast.
...This appartment is also so very expensive compared to when I was living with a roommate. Although... the extra money is worth it, I'd say. I'll definately need to invite friends over more often. And of course, get Kit to come back as soon as possible.
I'm now back to work. But that nice fast food joint called California Hot Dog not too far from here closed. How come all the great things from California have to go?