Reading: Looking for Alaska, John Green. Soon to be a movie
Drinking: Vanilla mint tea
Forty Nine Days Before
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage, and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Two Days After
And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear. I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.
So I really want to use my oil burner, today at Oxfam we lit incense and they smelt so tasty and since I have this issue with lighting incense properly I thought "Hey! Remember the oil burner?" And the one fragance oil that is at my dad's place has this TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE child lock which I can't open. I opened it about an hour ago to smell it, but now I can't do it!
Also, working at the Body Shop? Yes? I'm going to hand in my resume there. Once I finish it. Which could be never.
Still no luck with the child lock. DA;OJNGDISFGKJ;DSFGKDFKJDFKJBDFKDF!!!!!!!!!
What does it mean,
Anxious
Adoration
Excited
Psychotic
