7 April 2007
I don't expect my love affairs to last for long, never fool myself that my dreams will come true. Being used to trouble I anticipate it, but all the same I hate it, wouldn't you? So what happens now?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care, that I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through. But every time it matters all my words desert me, so anyone can hurt me. And they do. So
Call in three months' time and I'll be fine, I know.
Well, maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow.
I won't recall the names and faces of each sad occation,
but that's no consolation
here and
Vi spelade Uno. Det gick halvbra, men sen hade vi problem med reglerna också. Vi var inte helt överens...
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