" I miss you. I miss not touching each other. Not seeing each other, not breathing in each other. I want you. All the time. No one else.”
from Blue is the Warmest Color
- Boost my IQ
- Lose two pounds
- Gain muscle, again
- Read the newspaper again
- Delete visual social media
Ryan, I'm tired of the sass. "Ryanactually" answered your question.. The sass is real..
My plaid shirt from Cotton On is stained with lychee ice cream. It’s about ten minutes after ten, and I’m on a Fremont train going back home from seeing Eric.
Tonight was nice. It’s a night desired by many. Eric just returned from Upstate New York for a medical school interview. We caught up. Two mornings ago I dropped him off at the airport and felt completely empty. Taking a bite into the sandwich I asked him to promise me, I spend the day at work in attempt to validate my feelings. I missed him a lot.
My boyfriend has always told me about my lack in embracing the now, the present, the change. I have been perpetually set on panic mode, waiting for something tangible and physical reminding me that things will improve.
I aim to be psychologically resilient. I attempt to practice it and place importance to it. Right next to working on my posture, I try to incorporate the behaviour change in day to day routines.
My common approach is enduring the current situation as a learning experience and a test to make anything in the future more tolerable. I have, however, given up on many things in l*fe, but this relationship is something I won’t give up for a while. I promise myself that I will not fuck this up.
I have this guiding thought that the problems and miscommunications I have with E are inevitable. Think of it as ironing out a wrinkled shirt; I am anxious to see this beautiful article that I can look back and enjoy the gratifying experience of witnessing (and even sometimes, feeling) my labor in return.
I am cross-eyed, staring into the bottom of the flute of what used to be champagne. The last drop is on the tip of my tongue, tumbling with the kettle corn I’m poking my hands into every half-hour.
My left pocket has about seven dollars in ones, my wallet and the keycard that allows access to a three-level Honda dealership. It’s a fun product compared to Volvo where I’ve devoted myself for the past two years.
Aside from the relationship I’ve invested in with the technicians and the people in the parts department at Volvo, Honda is the complete opposite. From the staff of twenty that I usually see, Honda has managed to surprise me with their driven staff of sixty. I am excited to join this team and stay for a while
I start familiarizing myself with the workplace. The downstairs radio has been frequenting Stay High and Boom Clap. Defining complete customer satisfaction, the best part of San Francisco Honda is the customer experience. They do not see the technicians, the parking lot, and the rush that we see upstairs. Cars are sorted in many ways among two upper levels. By color, team, problem and size.
ATB feat. Tiff Lacey // My Everything
SO MANY MEMORIES