I felt empty. Very empty. Now I watching a film with Sylvester Stallone .. Drinking coffee and eating salad. I like to be alone, because then I can collect my thoughts and put them to right.
After eight months, I am ready. To let it go. For real and not just later go back to it. I have tortured myself and torn my brain out. My heart has been hurt and punished. Love is hard when it's not the right time for it.
I want to dance on clouds, study in Barcelona, listen to my music, write books, laugh, being happy with everything, watch the movie 2 Days In Paris again, dance the way people did around 1977 .. The list is long.
But that's enough now.
I have damaged myself mentally. Now I let it go. Forever. Bye.
|And a picture of Keith, because he is so lovely and inspire my to let it all go.|