Spent the night drinking at a bar where I’ve more or less become a regular on weekends.
Not that this does me any good.
For a time I hated everyone.
Yes, even you, reader.
Thought that this night was shit and then I thought that this life is shit.
Saw a picture of me when I was about five. I has holding my head with my hands under the chin and I looked straight at the camera. I looked happy there. I placed the picture in front of me at the desk and mimicked the exact same posture, looking straight at my younger self.
A self which no longer belongs to me. Someone else.
“Που να ήξερες” αναφώνησα σιγανά τζιαι εφύλαξα την φωτογραφία.
When coming back home I had Rory on really fucking loud and wished that I wasn’t on a fucked up island but somewhere on a big continent, so that I could drive and drive and drive until I got tired and then when I get off the car to find myself somewhere I haven’t been to for a hundred times already.
And Rory would still be blaring away.