I know that I should be writing on my litterary blog and not my private blog but that freaking book is the most boring book I've ever been forced to read in my entire life. It's worthless, but I feel that Iäm dragging my group down with me if I don't post that blog, so I guess I'll try to do it a little bit later.
How ever, today has been a tiny bit better than yesterday but it's still hard to fight all my impulses. It's hard to not be able to just write you a text message saying how much I love you.
If you guys knew half of all the thought that are spinning around inside my head right now you would realize what a wonder it is that I still haven't taken the first best train to anywhere.
I'm out of here.
Prenumerera på:
Kommentarer till inlägget (Atom)
Inga kommentarer:
Skicka en kommentar