I used to be such a burning example
I used to be so original
There are so many things I could tell you, about what I have been doing with my life, about how my uni course is going, about how I'm yo-yo-ing between ecstatically happy and so down I don't want to get out of bed...
About how we're having insane weather, rain, winds, humidity, bright sunshine and high temperatures..but no storms as of yet.
About how rachel came to stay and we spent 7 hours in Madrid.
About how I'm trying to sort out in my head what I really want from life, about how I think something must be seriously bugging me because I'm starting to obsess about my weight which only happens when I feel the rest of my life is out of control.
About how I went wandering in an abandoned factory next to the industrial/port area of Valencia at sundown on sunday and kept getting flashbacks of horror films.
About how I think the truly beautiful parts of this town are not the carefully carved buildings or the ornate bridges but the wild abandoned parking lots, railway lines, factories and buildings that seem to be crying out to share their memories.
I could, but instead I'll show you some pictures. The spoiler is rather image heavy for those of you on slow connections.
I used to be so original
There are so many things I could tell you, about what I have been doing with my life, about how my uni course is going, about how I'm yo-yo-ing between ecstatically happy and so down I don't want to get out of bed...
About how we're having insane weather, rain, winds, humidity, bright sunshine and high temperatures..but no storms as of yet.
About how rachel came to stay and we spent 7 hours in Madrid.
About how I'm trying to sort out in my head what I really want from life, about how I think something must be seriously bugging me because I'm starting to obsess about my weight which only happens when I feel the rest of my life is out of control.
About how I went wandering in an abandoned factory next to the industrial/port area of Valencia at sundown on sunday and kept getting flashbacks of horror films.
About how I think the truly beautiful parts of this town are not the carefully carved buildings or the ornate bridges but the wild abandoned parking lots, railway lines, factories and buildings that seem to be crying out to share their memories.
I could, but instead I'll show you some pictures. The spoiler is rather image heavy for those of you on slow connections.
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Donc moi je vois "Spain", j'essaye de dire quelques mots en espagnol, et finalement .. Bravo, je suis trs doue.
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