viii.
one hour spent and you couldn't decide..
why does everything you do need a confirmation from someone?
be your own woman.
no one cares as much as you think they do.
ix.
high heels scattered on the floor
clothes tossed on the bed
make-up littering the desk
the scent of hairspray in the air
a drop of nail-polish on the window-sill
loud music playing
young voices singing along
bodies colliding in too small a space
jewelry traded, earrings lost
perfumes sprayed and purses ready
x.
black outlines of branches
stars slowly starting to appear
yellow fading to orange to red to purple to blue
lights in windows coming on
silhouettes through the curtains
fog rising to kiss the lowering clouds
lamps clicking off in sync with street lamps
cliffs darkening until they disappear
only a few hours till dawn now
xi.
people who say they hate drama are usually the ones who create it.
if you want something, ask (and accept the answer).
if you don't like something, say so (or say nothing).
if someone doesn't like you, say "I don't give a **** (and mean it).