My aunt doesn`t get better and I am not working. Sitting in my window sill, watching the gardener that once smiled at me the cat chasing something the wind the grass the sun
I read this blog, and started remembering how it is to dance in the rain. It gives me the best feeling ever, feeling the wet grass against my feet. Feeling the drops against my skin.
I haven`t stopped doing nice things, just been drinking too much, and hanging out w/Melkehvit, Sara and Signe. M is going home soon, I guess I`ll feel lonely again when she leaves.