It's allright...
I've had such a perfect week in England. Inspiring people, great shopping, no worries. Julia, my love. I miss you already. What I've always loved about you is the way that I can be sat with you for hours and hours just talking, talking, talking. I usually get twitchy (well...), nervous and fiddly when I do that with other people. I don't when I'm with you. Don't know why. But I do know that I hate being so far away from you. My emma-world needs more Goolias!
Seriously. I've always thought that I don't mind having just a few friends. I am very fussy when it comes to friends. I don't care much for half-wits and people who aren't naturally honest. I automatically shield myself from loose connections. Be my best friend or be nothing at all. That sounds a bit drastic, but that's basically what it comes down to. Relax, say what's on your mind, be gentle, be crude, be what you are. No tip-toeing. Oh fuck it.
I hate being back already. The pain in my back is already making itself reminded. I spent six nights on airbeds, on parkbenches, on floors, and yet have lived like kings, feeling like a princess, being the queen of my own life. And now when I'm back in my own cosy flat with the bed that I love so much, my back is aching already after just a few hours. The rain is pouring down outside. I have dull and pretty pointless coursework to do, and life changing decisions to make.
I just want to hide from the world, with a pint of cider and a nice warm bussom for a pillow.
I just want life to be care free again.
Seriously. I've always thought that I don't mind having just a few friends. I am very fussy when it comes to friends. I don't care much for half-wits and people who aren't naturally honest. I automatically shield myself from loose connections. Be my best friend or be nothing at all. That sounds a bit drastic, but that's basically what it comes down to. Relax, say what's on your mind, be gentle, be crude, be what you are. No tip-toeing. Oh fuck it.
I hate being back already. The pain in my back is already making itself reminded. I spent six nights on airbeds, on parkbenches, on floors, and yet have lived like kings, feeling like a princess, being the queen of my own life. And now when I'm back in my own cosy flat with the bed that I love so much, my back is aching already after just a few hours. The rain is pouring down outside. I have dull and pretty pointless coursework to do, and life changing decisions to make.
I just want to hide from the world, with a pint of cider and a nice warm bussom for a pillow.
I just want life to be care free again.