Sunday

I don’t like sundays. I don’t like to spend sundays alone but i don’t like to look after company on sundays. I feel like “oh, today, you take it easy” and at the end of the day, it feels like waste, like nothing happened (well, pretty realistic; nothing happened…) and like the week which comes will kill another little piece of me and i won’t notice it until next sunday.

In fact, sunday is maybe the only day that gives me time to reflect about things and this is always likely depressing to see that i am not going anywhere. Ah well, i have the answers in me do they tell, or? Is life just about biting itself together, and go go go go?

I would like to be a rock star, i would like to go to Mode week in New York and choose my next outfits, i would like to have no calender, i would like to meet new and interesting people all the time, i would like to fall in love even if it may hurt me. But no one of these things will happen if my week ends look desesperatly like this one…