I had a fight with my boyfriend... he knows that my self-esteem is low as hell, and the first thing he tells me when I said that I've sent my inscription for College, is that it's not sure that I'll have a place and if there's not, well I'll have to change of program and there's not gonna be a place in that one too for me, and that I'll end with the most basic and bad program ever...I was like : FUCK YOU!
I miss my best friend. Very much... We were the same...I need her right now...I want to told her everything...I do...even thoe I'm sure she already knows it...I just wanna be with her right now and hold her in my arms...
I don't feel like I belong where I am, I would like to live somewhere else...Like in Paris with coffee and cigarettes, fashion and high heels. Sometimes, I dream about a life where I have a best friend who would come at my house after school, with whom I would do anything, laugh about littlest things, understand each other by the force of our thoughts... just like it used to be...
Baby please, dry your tears, a new time's gonna come...
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Dear, i fucking live in Paris with (sometimes) high, high heels and believe me, here you're not far away from Ana, you're not far away from pain and issues with best friends.
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