Today I feel like listening to some songs I used to listen in the past. For each that I listen it brings a memory, some actually makes me feel sad. Others makes me think of how time goes by so fast. Others makes me think of how bad my music taste was.
London 27th May. I am clutching my mug of white coffee with cream that is what I do every night. I feel like dancing at night, my sense of humour gets a lot better at night and I can’t understand it. Most nights I drink coffee and watch stand up comedy videos while everyone in my house is asleep. I’m always reluctant of going to sleep before 01:30 and I somehow think it is not a good thing, yeah its not. 01:22pm
London 1st of May - My day, oh it was good not the best I ever had but not the worst it is just another day that I might or not remember in the future. Most days are all the same. Especially when you do not do anything to change it. - 10:00 pm
Why do old ladies always walk so slow in front of me? It seems like they do it on purpose. Like they are punishing me for being younger. They always want to be the first ones to get into busses too, even though they take so long to get their travel cards. I don’t see the point once they will always have available seats for them to sit, even if the bus is full people give up seats for them. Honestly I’m sorry if this sounds mean, it is not like I hate old ladies, I like my grandma . I like ‘old’ males too they tend to be much nicer.
