in paris

[iliketohugtrees]

in paris
three mins of net time left
downed bottle of red wine with the girls in front of moulin rouge
damien wont call me or answer
worried and depressed
love europe

Comments

[anonymous]

Eleanor,

Where is my postcard and where are my pictures?

Not knowing this sucks and your phone voicemailbox is full so I can't even leave you an annoyed message.

Do you only write me when it feels like I'm the only one there to boost you back up, or is just a drunken call?

I'd say that sometimes I wonder, or that I constantly wonder, but mostly, when I think of you, which is every so often, is when I wonder if it's worth it, or if I'm mistaken in thinking that we're friends, when I feel so often that you just keep me in your life for your validation.

You seem so very sincere during a chrisis, but soon your calls and messages turn superficial and your contact dwindles, that is until everything blows up in your face again.

I hope you decide to pick which side of the fence you're on, I'd write you off, again, for good, but I'm hoping it's your age that makes you so, and that makes me pause and hope that's not truly who you are.

Can you make it right with me? I don't like being concerned about you and then hating you for thinking of you as shallow and manipulative.

I'm the one that is supposed to be that way.

Toss me an email, or get me a damn postcard you harlot.

Enjoy your trip, and I hope things work out.