novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- everything stops until the ground is back under our feet there is something brittle that shakes in me whenever i need to find a new place to live. i don't mind the moving, but it's the not knowing. having no idea where i'm going to live. i couldn't do anything until i found a suitable place to live. i found one. for an entire year. i've never lived by myself before. will i get bored? scared? i move in this weekend. you can breathe now. 10:10 pm - 1.15.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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