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One day, I will jump so high to actually reach the ceiling of this room I’ve been starting at for so long.

One day, I will be able to play a whole Chopin piece on the piano.

One day, I will see New York.

One day, I will get so drunk that I won’t remember anything, but that will only be with the right people at the right time.

One day, I will have the right people next to me, all of them, at the very right time.

One day, I will have my own money and live on my own and be just fine.

One day, I will forget him completely, and fall in love again without even realising.

One day, I will get a license and after I’ve seen New York, I will drive my way through the US.

One day, I will lose some more weight and look perfect, as now I’m just ‘alrite’.

One day, but not today. Today I’m fine the way I am, the way everything is. And I swear I would only need a couple of things more for it to be perfect, but I know that can’t be possible, so I’m happy as it is. I’m making plans and hoping that one day ..

PS: This song I posted, yes, J. it bloody reminds me of you, but I don’t care anymore, cause I love it. I love a lot of songs that remind me of you. And I won’t spend the rest of my life regretting I didn’t go to Reading that summer two years ago and remembering how you used to sing ‘You gotta be stronger than the story.’ Well I am now. I’m stronger than the story.


This is bad

As I said, I’m sorry this blog turned into a venting place, I had had something else in mind for it, but I’m just too emotionally broken. Yesterday something happened.. I remember there was this group on Facebook saying ‘I wish music played during epic moments of my life, not just in movies’, well yeah, that’s exactly what happened to me yesterday but in a bad way. I somehow managed to find his pictures. His pictures.. and I looked at them as the song I posted above was playing on the background. I had no intention to do that, and it only hurt more listening to the line  ‘How can you say that your truth is better than ours?’ whilst seeing, well, him .

It was just.. .too much, to say the least. Too much, too much. By the way, this is the guy I fell madly in love with, apparently.