I just noticed E. is always the one who calls or writes first. Actually when we ran into each other at the bookstore, he was the one who asked for my number. That’s kind of unusual but hey, don’t get too excited, is only a matter of time before he realises how annoying and untalented I am.
- E: I just remembered I didn't offer you tea that day.
- A: Oh don't worry. I understand if you don't want to share it with me.
- E: I guess you'll have to come over again.
- A: Maybe I can do that.
- E: Now we're talking.
I get incredibly anxious everytime someone from my own city follows me.
I would prefer them not to do so.
The idea of waking up in the morning and actually having to live annoys me 90% of the time.
I wrote this last week, before my date with E., naturally:
I had a date with one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met. It was also the weirdest date of my life. Actually, I’m not sure if it was a date. At some point we found ourselves alone in his room chatting and laughing. I think that’s a date. Is that a date? Anyway, he just wrote me telling he wants to see me again. That’s a win!
The bank blocked my credit cards. I own around $3000. And I have no work and only around $30 cash.
Fuck it. I’m going out anyway.
I was thinking, this is my blog, right? This is the one place in which I show my rawest side and write about almost all of those things I wouldn’t say to anyone. It’s my outlet and there’s no reason to lie. So let’s come clean about some facts:
It’s official: I spent all my savings in bars. In less than two months.
- me 5 seconds ago: i'm so happy
- me 4 seconds ago: i'm so sad
- me 3 seconds ago: i want to die
- me 2 seconds ago: i want to live forever
- me 1 second ago: i need drugs