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I've decided to open the doors again. To come out of the save place that is my own home. It smells and there is a huge stain on the white, wooden floor.
First thing on the list is to eat a croissant, maybe even two if I felt like it. His picture is on the table, next to the keeps to my flat. I also need a new phone. I threw my old one into the river some time ago because I couldn't deal with the constant ringing.
As I close the door the light of the October Sun is burning my eyes, locking yourself up in a room and keeping the curtains closed isn't the best thing to do.
The store stopped selling coffee and croissants. When did this happen, you ask? Apparently a few weeks ago. There is now a souvenir shop. Like we needed more of those.
I need to leave the city. Find a different place for me to start again. I can't deal with it all, I want to run, hide, bury myself alive perhaps.
15 minutes later I had put my apartment up for sale. It would be gone within a few days, I knew it. I had spend every cent I had left on it, It was gorgeous and I would get it all back. I would start again in a new town, a new country, a new life... a new love.
Au Revoir Paris. You will be missed.
Jane Doe.
(I need to practice writing again, so you will see lots of updates from Jane)
First thing on the list is to eat a croissant, maybe even two if I felt like it. His picture is on the table, next to the keeps to my flat. I also need a new phone. I threw my old one into the river some time ago because I couldn't deal with the constant ringing.
As I close the door the light of the October Sun is burning my eyes, locking yourself up in a room and keeping the curtains closed isn't the best thing to do.
The store stopped selling coffee and croissants. When did this happen, you ask? Apparently a few weeks ago. There is now a souvenir shop. Like we needed more of those.
I need to leave the city. Find a different place for me to start again. I can't deal with it all, I want to run, hide, bury myself alive perhaps.
15 minutes later I had put my apartment up for sale. It would be gone within a few days, I knew it. I had spend every cent I had left on it, It was gorgeous and I would get it all back. I would start again in a new town, a new country, a new life... a new love.
Au Revoir Paris. You will be missed.
Jane Doe.
(I need to practice writing again, so you will see lots of updates from Jane)