ladylovelybrit

I'm hiding, in my cute tiny new attic apartment, making my own cigarettes whilst pretending I'm a gypsy.
I fell hard for a traveling boy that doesn't want to be tied down, and subsequently I am licking my wounds, and telling myself that someday someone will actually want to come over and stay.
I'm depressed but thankful to have a job. Thankful to have food to eat and music to listen too, and memories to keep me through right now and onto new memories.
It feels like I'm moving along just to go through the motions right now, but hey I guess that's life right? Right.