August 01, 2010
July 17, 2010
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blame my late June mental exhaustion, something from which I had recovered only to be knocked out by this (motherfucking) hot weather, blame said (motherfucking) hot weather, but during the first half of July I've seldom gone out. not going out means not seeing people, and not seeing people means thinking a lot. and thinking a lot means that it's been a month since he's away and I'm starting to miss him.
it's not that I won't hear from him until he's back. we write to each other; mostly stupid things, what he's doing over there, and being argumentative as hell I write those long emails you have to take some time off and a cup of coffee to read them.
I'm starting to miss him. I didn't, I don't need to see him everyday: I just miss him being here.
moreover, we live rather close to each other, and in order to go downtown (and back) I have to pass in front of his house; the times I glance on my right/left are more than the times I don't.
I miss his casualness, I miss his snarky comments about everything.
and yes, I miss his touch.
I'm not in love, though.
I need new books to read.
also, the heat is seriously killing me. the fact that I'm in full-on PMS may be helping too.
x
it's not that I won't hear from him until he's back. we write to each other; mostly stupid things, what he's doing over there, and being argumentative as hell I write those long emails you have to take some time off and a cup of coffee to read them.
I'm starting to miss him. I didn't, I don't need to see him everyday: I just miss him being here.
moreover, we live rather close to each other, and in order to go downtown (and back) I have to pass in front of his house; the times I glance on my right/left are more than the times I don't.
I miss his casualness, I miss his snarky comments about everything.
and yes, I miss his touch.
I'm not in love, though.
I need new books to read.
also, the heat is seriously killing me. the fact that I'm in full-on PMS may be helping too.
x
June 25, 2010
June 18, 2010
my life, so dull
lately, my life is consisting only of uni libraries, world cup and stupid facebook games. I wake up at 8am and I'm ready to go to bed right after the evening match (speaking about matches, ummm england? what's up with you guys tonight?). good thing that I took half a day off today, I was feeling increasingly sick and didn't realise that I was stressed beyond measure. tomorrow will be off too, as I'm gonna spend it looking for presents in the morning and attending parties in the evening.
I'm not 100% yet, and the weather forecast seems particularly grim, but I hope I'll have fun nonetheless.
moreover, somebody left some days ago to spend the summer at the other end of the fucking world, and there's nothing between us except a mere physical attraction, and I'm happy that he's doing this and all of that, but I kinda wish he'd write me a couple of lines just to tell me that he's alive and well. I'm an old mum, you know.
and I kinda think that I kinda miss him a bit. but this may be born out of the fact that until he left I had been seeing him for six or seven days in a row.
so, not really.
I'm not 100% yet, and the weather forecast seems particularly grim, but I hope I'll have fun nonetheless.
moreover, somebody left some days ago to spend the summer at the other end of the fucking world, and there's nothing between us except a mere physical attraction, and I'm happy that he's doing this and all of that, but I kinda wish he'd write me a couple of lines just to tell me that he's alive and well. I'm an old mum, you know.
and I kinda think that I kinda miss him a bit. but this may be born out of the fact that until he left I had been seeing him for six or seven days in a row.
so, not really.
May 19, 2010
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