December 2011
15 posts
The ongoing rain - at home without a single soul - the friends who are out gallivanting - truckloads of work which has yet to begun - Christmas songs playing on the radio - being caught in the rain - with just The L word and work for company - everyone is in town doing their last minute shopping and merry making - are by far making this Christmas a lonely, lonely affair. And here I am wishing that...
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Holidays don’t come free. You have to pay via burning your weekends for work. But just as well. Some work coupled with a bottle of chilled Hoegarden should be enough to numb the senses and a heavy heart.
I’m sorry for making a fool out of everyone. I’m sorry for hurting you time and time again. It’s like a drug addiction. To keep pushing you away and keeping you at arm’s length. How can I put a stop to this, before it’s too late? How?
I’m sorry. Let’s start anew again when you come back. I miss you quite terribly.
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