Be a miracle.
Watching "Bruce Almighty".
I have to say...
I live in a great, wonderful place. (And in the best city ever.)
You enter the condo (means: ours, no rent, ours!) and have a wooden hall. Real wood!
Ok, your first glance is a dark spot - our bathroom, the one with no door (it´s in the cellar, the door).
I never ever wanted a bathroom with no window once again - but I got just that. And it´s a bathroom only - the toilet is in a different spot.
Then (how much time do you spend in the bathroom anyways?)... then you have the wood-floored hall.
And the rooms, all perfect.
Too perfect?
My life was too perfect, I guess.
Now... I am stupid. But. It´s true. Since we married...
I often wonder if I did the right thing having no children.
My throat hurts.
I know someone might actually read this and maybe I should not give this away.
But it´s my "diary", right?
I feel unloved.
Nights. Just snuggling up - it means the world for me.
I feel save then, loved, secure and warm.
The world.
He takes it away from me.
Time "wasted" - weekends... aw, well.
Do I bring flowers? (no.)
I am doing it all wrong.
The blame is on me, as has been all my life (true)-
A world too perfect.
"Ich kann nicht mehr,"
Sleeping alone.
Again.
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