"Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong."
- Oscar Wilde
fredag, april 22, 2011
you suck. Your spring is awful, your wine is expensive and you are literally the place where the sun don't shine. I don't miss you at all.
In Madrid, the weather is so warm, I don't even mind when it rains. I walk hours everyday in a daze of total satisfaction at the choice of coming here alone. I'm ignoring our not-so-distant reunion, and wish you a future where I don't despise you. No love lost between us,