Living alone. It was something I got used to. The silence only broken by my own breath. It's time to work on myself. Time to really get to know myself. What do I like? How neat am I really? What are my dreams and hopes? Who am I, when no one is looking? That's the real reason I'm living alone. Learning to live with myself in the silence ( Read more... )

The time and space of a heart beat. It tells us what's up, what time it is, and what's around and down.

Potato.

Sometimes wishes do come true.

Like when I wished for vodka and found a bottle of Sky in my fridge.

It was like, SWEET. I'MMANNNA Get DRUNK.

And then I realized that I'd had a drink every night, or morning as it was, and maybe I shouldn't ( Read more... )

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