Somehow I take more wisdom from the graffitied walls of Kottbuser Tor U-bahn than I will ever take from the pages of these books Cambridge requires me to read.
I miss you.
the fact that i’m moving to another country by myself in a week is now actually starting to hit me…
and scaring the shit out of me.
It’s funny how the words we never say, can turn into the only thoughts we know… oh my imaginations running wild; guess I’ve missed you from the day we first met.