Random thought (not really it's been quite a permanent one)

Some people fret over feeling like they don't belong anywhere. The problem with me? I feel like I belong everywhere, and I find myself tearing myself apart all the time. And I am obsessed— obsessed with self-conceived obligations and unnecessary commitment. It is always what he wants, what she wants, what they want. I've forgotten what I want anymore.

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As I type this, I am sitting across the table and looking at you, thinking,

I'm so glad you're not just anther bro.

From the bed

I think losing my entire bag including my wallet, my brand new iPhone6, my favourite out-of-production pink guava lip balm and the most important form of identification within a mere night truly spelt out c-r-i-s-i-s for me. The past week has been devastating and disappointing yet surprising, silly and blissful all at once, like pretending we're going on an adventure to the police station and looking forward to seizing the chance for a London getaway while we collect documents from the embassy, although there's no need for that now 'cause everything has been returned back safely to us. I sound like a fool, but maybe I am (a willing) one when I've got you behind my back.