I'm getting more freckles by the second and I long for a week off at home in Stockholm. I've been feeling a bit weary lately. I don't know if it's from the never caving heat or emotional stress, but my energy is running low even though I've slept more than 8 hours a night for the last week.
On my way home from work today I read through my notes on my phone from the last couple of months. I always write down thoughts and ideas and scenes that play out in my head. I thought I'd share some as if my life was one lovely emotional smoothie.
Four days. Zero words.
His lips surprised me but it felt like "finally".
When you're lonely in New York, you're the loneliest person in the world.
I woke up next to a confused, yet very sexy, puppy.
"Even if it's only been a couple of days, I miss you."
I listened to More Than A Woman today and it made me dance in my room.
I don't want to talk about him with her. I'm scared she will break. But I can't think of anything else to talk about.
I hereby promise myself to write what I want.