Apparently you can learn a lot about a person and maybe even predict their future by taking note of what they eat for breakfast. I’m not entirely sold on the concept but I definitely won’t be eating scones, soymilk and grapefruit tomorrow. The day started well enough, and even mid-day was somewhat enjoyable, but these last few hours have been brutal. In fact I have so much to do, and i’m here writing in this blog, i don’t think it should be considered procrastination because it really seems to be more of a coping mechanism. maybe i just need a hug. speaking of which, i broke down for the first time a few nights ago, the free calling card didn’t work and i was forced to call home collect, my poor family, that bill will be atrocious.
anyways, as soon as i heard my mom’s voice, the waterworks began, ahh it was awful. the worst part of all was being on the street and having thirty people pass by, stop and stare and reconfirm with one another that i was actually crying. i feel so alone here, amidst so many. alone together (good song, by the way).
I’m coping, maybe surviving is a better word. i know i’m fortunate and have much to be grateful for but……you know the rest i don’t want to be dominated by a negative state when i have myself, the ally but life seems grim
at least i have my brushes, painting sounds more therapeutic than ever
i do wish the best to all and to all a goodnight
