i feel eviscerated.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I wish I could have a long chat with Lizzie about it. But then, I wouldn't know what to say at all. I freaked out, okay? I seem to be doing a lot of that nowadays. Or maybe I just want some 'me' time. But haven't I got enough of that?!?

I would like to spend my summer hols at Starbucks with a good read. Yeah, that's it. I would like that very much. Just me and my book. With the baristas drink-calling, the whirring of the Verismo or Mastrena, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, strangers pounding busily away at their keyboards, incessant chattering...
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Every night, this guy comes to the front of my window and smokes. I cannot wait for the day when I can bid him goodbye.