I’ve always been one of those girls that dreams about indipendece: about living alone in a flat, wandering around the house in top and pants; with a glass of wine and a cigarette between my fingers. Carrie Bradshaw style.
The truth? It feels good only the first few days, then it’s… Lonely, just lonely.
Once I had it all; sharing a house with my BFF gives you half of the chances of being alone, but when you’ve got it, it’s great! Time for myself was short and intense. But the best part was that at the end o the day, once under the sheets, I wasn’t alone. An awesome man was coming back from a late shift at work and I was there, full of myself; ready t give me all.
Once I had it all: now it’s just cigarettes and wine.