Love is loss and loss is love

Everybody leaves
People come and go

Don't worry

Love is loss and loss is love

The space that was you will be filled
Your lines will be read by someone else
They might not sound as good

But when the curtain rises
I'll be standing there facing the crowd

This is just a beginning

Just my luck

So you meet someone, you like them, they like you...

You wait for them to call, text or show any signs of life.
You wait. For things come to those who wait, right?
Patience is a virtue, right?

They meet someone else-they like the someone else more.
You wait, still.

You make the classic mistake of going back to the wrong man.

They finally text. Oh, right. Other woman. Just my luck.

I'd like to think I'm saving my luck for my exams. Exams, exams, exams.
Really don't need the man stress. 

Bad behaviour weekend

I find myself in his bed last night.

I missed him. I messed up with the trains.....and he answered the call.
It was a choice.
It felt so familiar, so right, so comfortable.

The scent of his laundry, the clean sheets, him. It felt so right. 

It even hurts so good. I felt drugged, it took a couple of hours for the haze to clear. So hard, so so hard to leave.

Bad Lizzy. Bad, bad lizzy.



Hurt my knee dirty dancing, pulled randoms and broke my 5th metacarpal roller skating (inebriation related).

Futura-splint and a sinking sense of shame.