Yeah, well life is about love, lost minutes and lost evening. About fire in our bellies and about furtive little feelings and the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering, and they help us with remembering that the only thing that's left to do is live.
I can't stay in my own company for more than an hour. I can't sit and watch television without texting, calling or opening an msn conversation with someone. I can't live alone, ever.
On the phone, you always ask if I'm okay. It's not the same as being happy.
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