I hate when you’re sad for no reason; you’re with people, you’re fine, you’re happy, you’re laughing and smiling, but at the same time it almost feels like you’re not there. You keep dazing in and out of conversations, you cant focus on one single thing. And once you’re by yourself you don’t want to do anything, you’re sad and feel alone. Someone asks you what’s wrong and you want to tell them, but you don’t even know what’s wrong yourself.
(via spring94)October 31st, 2013
Married life is wonderful, married to John Mayer where come national holidays we have Belgian Waffles. With splendid open backyard where our foals roam enjoyably and a demolished bothersome pool turned into a skating bowl - we hold hands reading at dusk as our adopted children (against my ideals to conceive) speak in old English manners along with silly accents while John and I tell one way or another of how we'd lay eyes on one another - on London Upperbrooks St., Carmel's 17 mile drive golf courses over the seals or beside each other at a theater with ancient reruns of When Harry Met Sally. Notice I overuse the word ‘we'..(?)