24.11.14

For now I'm just a stranger with a suitcase

I Yup. On a train to Canterbury. Why don't I just write a heartfelt letter to joe and tell
Olive I love him. For gods sake! 

No, no. It's simply to stop me from going insane. I don't want to venture home and sit in my room reminded how lonely I am from my surroundings. Photos lining my walls of happier times, back then everything seemed to make sense, I knew who I was and where I wanted to be. 
Now, in going to try and not think about the guy stuff and how messed up that all is. I'm going to concentrate on trying to be the girl I want to be, and loved once. Guys are unreliable at the moment, but they've each had a taste which means eventually they'll be back for more, maybe when they've made their mind up and thought things through. That's ok. I can sort all my stuff out, concentrate on work, friends, family, having a good time and if things do progress and go further with someone, then that'll be just wonderful. 

The world is too wonderful a place to worry about insignificant things. 
You only live once in this body. You only have the now. 


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