Drinking resorb with an head ache in my big bed. Almost sunshine. Should probably be asleep but he's been hunting my dreams, I'm a little bit too scared to sleep. Yesterday he was really ugly with fatty cheeks. Still remember that last kiss in the snow, small tears that wasn't because of leaving him but leaving everything. I have to keep that in mind. Try to remember those feelings that were not so great. The heart pounding and getting lost on the wrong train station. I just feel like an old lady without history. Like I've never been young. I should do my history now, living my life and learn by mistakes. Too afraid of making them and I'll turn up like my feelings.
I need to change that. Somehow, somewhere.