i’m currently sitting on my soft, pretty white bed, alone in a huge city and feeling small… i know people do this every day, start over, but it kinda stinks. in an earlier post i once wrote how i frequently find myself wishing i could fast-forward my life to some ‘better’ place or time, and miss living life in this moment. tonight is no exception. i am looking forward to the days when i can spend relaxing evenings with friends. or perhaps have learned to enjoy the isolation.
oh the irony of being alone in a city of 8 million.