paris again
I saw on a piece of paper that my friend had that she and someone else were writing notes about me. When I asked to see it, she ripped it away. I got really upset and I said that I deserve to know what they were saying about me and then they all yelled at me and said everyone talks about people behind their backs, they talk abotu me all of the time. I said that no ne else in the group does it like they do, they don't list off all of the people they hate. I started crying and shaking and my heart and insides were screaming because I wasn't supposed to let people treat me this way, make me feel this way.
They went off to go to Notre Dame, Bastille, etc. I seperated to come to this internet cafe where I could hopefulyl have some sort of contact with kind people who respect human beings.
(I wish I could stop stealing)
The parisians are wonderful, though. They are so kind. Don't let anyone tell you they are mean. For some reason, I feel different here than I have about any other place. I feel calm and I feel like I don't have to see many things, because I know in my heart somewhere that I will see this city again.
It also makes me miss Alex more. It really is a romantic, magical city, and when I see people everywhere doing romantic things, I just want to be strolling down the streets with him, doing all of the nice things with him. I wish he weren't probably asleep right now, but I think I might try to call him from one of thes telephone booths. Or maybe Michelle. They both are probably sleeping. Ahh yeah, I was just told it is 4:45 am in Iowa/Peru. Damn.
On a different note: I have gotten so used to these French keyboards that when I tried to use an American one I got all messed up and had to type really slowly.
(ps, I am down the street from the Moulin Rouge)
They went off to go to Notre Dame, Bastille, etc. I seperated to come to this internet cafe where I could hopefulyl have some sort of contact with kind people who respect human beings.
(I wish I could stop stealing)
The parisians are wonderful, though. They are so kind. Don't let anyone tell you they are mean. For some reason, I feel different here than I have about any other place. I feel calm and I feel like I don't have to see many things, because I know in my heart somewhere that I will see this city again.
It also makes me miss Alex more. It really is a romantic, magical city, and when I see people everywhere doing romantic things, I just want to be strolling down the streets with him, doing all of the nice things with him. I wish he weren't probably asleep right now, but I think I might try to call him from one of thes telephone booths. Or maybe Michelle. They both are probably sleeping. Ahh yeah, I was just told it is 4:45 am in Iowa/Peru. Damn.
On a different note: I have gotten so used to these French keyboards that when I tried to use an American one I got all messed up and had to type really slowly.
(ps, I am down the street from the Moulin Rouge)