||[Mar. 7th, 2009|10:27 pm]
|||||young dot-real talk||]|
I cant really write.I always think about relationships and how rubbish they really are. I kind of miss my old boyfriends.all of them. The one that took me to eurotrash hangouts in london, invited me to monaco and bought me amazing underwear. That was so NOTME it was amazing.. The one with whom I walked around fucking peckham at 5 am after riding a nightbus across the whole of london and going out in elephant & castle. He was an artist, he painted me and we were done after sleeping together in a single bed under a thin blanket. The one who was my uni boyfriend, who lashed out at me many many times, took a lot of drugs, thought it was cool to take a lot of drugs blablabla. The one that was so stylish, my friends hated him tho. He was kind of serious. He told me I should listen to minimal and get used to the fact that he works during the night, sleeps during the day, never has any money or time for me.... I miss them all.why?
Moscow is suffocating. I listen to grime by myself, I never go out.I broke some glass today, it was all over the floor, some of it got under my skin in my soft foot. It was the photo of us(me and him) together.london.with a note at the back in a pink market pen, all rubbed out. I tried to read it, it was kind of impossible.I didnt cry.