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lishesquexI knew the angst would come. Once the exhaustion had passed, and the interview stress disappated... BAM! The angst.
I really don't know what to write at the moment, apart from that I'm rather unhappy with the world today. It's partly the miserable weather, partly the annoying english tutorial that always makes me angry. Partly the endings, and goodbyes, including the ones that you didn't see coming but have nevertheless snuck up on you, and it doesn't seem fair because you never agreed to it, but that's just the way it is. And no, it'll never be okay.
A shared experience is what I want. A routine that I can count on. A conversation that isn't at four thirty in the morning and so full of holes anyway that you realise that maybe the silence was better after all.
I really don't know what to write at the moment, apart from that I'm rather unhappy with the world today. It's partly the miserable weather, partly the annoying english tutorial that always makes me angry. Partly the endings, and goodbyes, including the ones that you didn't see coming but have nevertheless snuck up on you, and it doesn't seem fair because you never agreed to it, but that's just the way it is. And no, it'll never be okay.
A shared experience is what I want. A routine that I can count on. A conversation that isn't at four thirty in the morning and so full of holes anyway that you realise that maybe the silence was better after all.
