Dear friend,

This week has been tiring, emotional, pensive and loud.
I heard songs about love, read books about people going on inspirational journeys, saw photos showing beauty, ate and drank, but somehow nothing of it seived into me.

I couldn't go to sleep last night so I stood up and opened my curtains. I sat down at the head of my bed with my covers around me and looked outside at the night sky. It wasn't dark. There was still some light seeping through the rain clouds and it looked like a dream. It rained for a little while and so did my eyes. My phone started ringing and it startled me.

"Annie, I hope your not sitting there feeling sorry for yourself."

I then decided it was back to struggling to go to sleep when I was too tired to talk back or even think about everything anymore.

Sentimentility at its worst; 'when you love someone but it goes to waste'.

-Annie