waiting room

“I think about you all the time. I think about you in the morning, going in my deeds, when the morning chill. I stride purposely more slowly to think about you a little longer. I think of you in the evening when I feel lonely without you at parties, where I try get drunk to think of something else, but I achieve the opposite effect.

I think of you when I see you, and when can’t see, I think, too. I’d love to find other employment, but I can not. If you know how it possible to thread the needle to forget you, teach me. I had the worst weekend of my life. I’ve never missed no one so much

Without you my life - waiting room. What could be worse than the waiting room at the hospital, with neon lights and linoleum on the floor? Is it humanely to expose me to this torture?

In addition, I am absolutely alone in my waiting room, there is no other suffering men whose bleeding wounds would soothe me, no magazines on a low table, which would distract me, no machine spitting out coupons with numbers and could give me hope that this expectations will come end.

Terrible stomach ache, and no one to treat me. This is the state of love: a pain somewhere in the abdomen … the only cure for that - you are”

Frederic Beigbeder. “Love lives three years” (c)

was thinking .. I have freands, who understands me.. And who do you have?Just imagine if you’re really completely alone in your waiting room. Hmmm….Surviving the loneliness easier at home? And if to spend weekends and parties often, without who you need. And this inner loneliness among crowds of people, it chokes, squeezing throat. If to live alone, can get drunk … more often.. get drunk, to stop thinking … but it works some hour or two, and then the brain simply refuses to to resist and you just want to swear at all these “funny dudes”, because you feel shitty….

Who can understand? who can support? when you’re moaning that you miss someone, when you’re in doubt, when you’re sad and thinking that nothing ever will be, or of she(he) don’t love you …Who will tell ”Shut up, calm down, everything will be alright! Aspire to , love , do everything possible”.

know how we call it?(my freands and i :) ”I’m mentally sending you a shovel” … Well, like for a hitting at head, to stop thinking of garbage and don’t lose faith. Sometimes we write, just like #Lopata

Good to have anyone like this )))

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One day you(everyone) wake up from what she(he ) had been dreamed to you, next to you, so close… and you’ll smile ;) .. For the first time, so real smile.. ))) Sweet stretching, will turn your head and stop breath: next to you would be who you’ve been dreaming )))

This is not a waiting room, but it’s your warm bedroom. This is not the neon lights, but the sun is behind a curtain. And you don’t care about all those people who did not understand you…

You’ll stroke the naked back by your hand, and the sweet, languid pain will fill you. Your most gentle creation on this earth … your loved))

:)