It's snowing in a row since Monday.
Not so nice for cycling to work.
I'll take next Friday off work again.
My last day of "last years holidays" from work.
I am allowed to take 30 days off per year.
Not bad, I think.
That's 6 weeks/year.
Today I read something in a diary and I totally felt the same.
Sometimes I feel the urge to write letters or emails to the persons I love. Well, to the one person I love. But then, after thinking about what to write, I'm not able to put it down. I often begin to write and then everything's sounding so superficial, pathetic and overly sentimental. I don't have a good feeling to know that he knows, or I'm just afraid, what will happen next. There's the hope inside me, that never dies, unfortunately. I often thought that it died and then it's up again. Frustrating, as nothing's going forward. I often count the pros and the cons and list them against each other in my mind. Sometimes I see more pros, sometimes it's the other way round. Sometimes I just give up and in. My thoughts nearly always circle around him, day and night.
It's unwinnable.
1:16 pm - January 26, 2011
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