Listening to: nothing
It has been exactly a month since I have updated last.
I'm going to france. I will be in Paris. I will see Nice, I will be at Cannes, I'm going to the Monte Carlo Casino and the Grande Prix and I will be doing it all by myself.
I am so excited I can hardly breathe.
I'm also going to see U2. And maybe Coldplay. And maybe Bruce Springsteen.
I am having an especially productive day, and I wonder if this is what everybody else feels all the time.
I don't think you can see my cheekbones anymore. I desperately want to lose weight. I hate having a round face. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
I want to write but the words don't come.
I see myself three years ago in her, and I don't want to tell her how the story ends. Maybe it'll be different, maybe there will be a happy ending, but I'm a cynic at best.
I feel so much older than my 18 years.