Im going to start keeping a diary. I feel as if I dont express myself enough. Heres a trial. Im sitting here at my parents dining room table with my favourite floral mug, filled with steaming hot coffee... Im out of cream so Im settling with 2%. I find myself staring into space while my father watches his hunting show. The clock chimes 3/4 past four... I look at my reflection in my phone, straighten my hair, take a dainty gulp of coffee, and continue reading my book... I need a cigarette.
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 21:47:00 +0000