But I’m happy when I make somebody happy.
Am I in contradiction with this?
Uhm, in a steakhouse? :3
I dreamt about her last night. I found her in a library in the middle of a snowed mountain. And then she disappeared. She left her notes on the table.
I woke up then.
It came by post. Not amazon, no. Somebody has sent it to me. Anonimously. But I think it’s a gift from an ex-girlfriend (I’m pretty sure). The point is that we agreed not to see eachother again. Deleted facebook friendship, deleted phone number.
But still… things like this happen.
The funny thing is that she split up with me. I would be with her. She says she doesn’t want. And she said, at the same time that we were satating not to meet again, that she loved me. That was exactly 3 months ago.
How do I deal with this? It is weird, innit?
There is no philosophical, social, political or religious idea that can justify either violence, destruction or death.