There are always conversations in my head I want to have. Conversations with people around me. Conversations about things I have in my mind about those people. I want to have conversations with them, because I have some kind of problem with them. Worries, Loves, Hates, Intolerance, Security. Just no blah, like my conversations in real are. I always know in my mind what to say, but I never know what to say in reality. I am shy and I am afraid. Sometimes I'm too straight forward for people, sometimes I'm just speechless.
I'm missing the right words all the time.
Getting new inlays for my running shoes. PT will bring my running shoes to the orthopedic shop as I nearly never come to that part of the city. Woke him up this morning, when I brought my shoes to his home. He's so cute, when he's half asleep.
Maybe I'll post some pics of Norway, if I get the permission of Stefan, PTs brother, to post them here.
10:15 am - August 25, 2011
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