I smellPureology on my hair and I think of London. I think of how I got my hair dyed at Shoreditch a couple of hours after my plane landed and I think of being free. I think of purple hair that turned greenish blue, sea monster-like, with a few washes. I hear the London accent in my head. I remember trying to give a call to a friend in a telephone booth.
I smell Unique one on my hair and I think of the nights of prepping before heading out to party whilst living free, unclothed, in Aarhus. I think of the nights that we ran out for the bus, because of the goddamned efficient buses that kept to the schedule, all the goddamned freaking time.
I am alternating between pathetic dry sobbing and attempting some form of normalcy. I blow my hair dry.
I am going to be as tired as fuck tomorrow with 4 hours of sleep and shittonnes of forced smiles.
I have thoughts about perceived behaviour on homosexuality and I have thoughts of ending my life. I have thoughts of negativity and I have thoughts of despair.
I write about my everyday experiences & pen down my thoughts in this lil' space.
I read, listen to music, have a passion in language, love makeup and most of all, I observe. I really like learning.
I love making a difference.
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