La-la -la...
it's been more than a month since i crossed the boarder.... In fuckingly fabulous LA... Lonely city, insane city and addictive... I hate it an I love it.. I wanna go back to Kiev but at the same time I wanna stay in this shit as long as I can... People here are fake and flake but they are so cool and artistic.. My roomie is bipolar.. Seriously!!! I'm afraid I'll end up being bipolar too. lol! I have a temporary job as a patient sitter but most days are just empty....
Sitting in Starbucks now, drinking my regular tall cappucino and trying to make a decision... Shall I go back or stay? Shall I sleep with him or dump him? Shall I forgive my best friend who said she's not interested in my life anymore or keep blaming her for something? Shall I move out or stay?
What do I have to do??? Who can tell me?
Thinking about my future is like burping some air out from one's throat... I'm here and now and my future doesn't exist.
I wish I could type in Russian! However, my keyboards need fixing.
Sitting in Starbucks now, drinking my regular tall cappucino and trying to make a decision... Shall I go back or stay? Shall I sleep with him or dump him? Shall I forgive my best friend who said she's not interested in my life anymore or keep blaming her for something? Shall I move out or stay?
What do I have to do??? Who can tell me?
Thinking about my future is like burping some air out from one's throat... I'm here and now and my future doesn't exist.
I wish I could type in Russian! However, my keyboards need fixing.