amsterdam was like being inside a clock. luxembourg is like being inside a chess game. i have never ever in my life felt this anxoius and this exhausted and this tired. i feel like a big angst ridden failure, and it is verz difficult to enjoy myself at the moment. im thinking of going back to the uk. its ok to be disappointed in me.
im disappointed in me.
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sunday mornings in libraries. sunday afternoons in cafes. nights spent face down listening to white noise. swing dresses dried flowers and a pink sofa. ink stains and squids and messy hair. records on repeat. joan didion and middlemarch. words clutched so tightly they might as well be heartbeats. bad temperedness to boot. and a skirt worn like a flag
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- madeleine
- one of the deliberate outcasts, the original hypocrites and ghosts in the wet dreams of Morrissey.
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3 comments:
Take it easy. Have few beers and stop trying to achieve. Look around. eat some cake. Most things can be fixed by beer and or cake.
failed?
no way!
If I might point something out?
You hopped on a plane, by yourself, when you'd never been that far overseas before. That took a lot of guts, and yeah, it might not be what you expected, but at least you got as far as to find that out :D
Keep going, and the prescription for beer and cake sounds pretty awesome!
lots of love.
*disappointed? (not failed...my bad :D)
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