29: foreign

How does the city girl justify her life style here? How does she cook twice daily and exercises beside the couch and drags herself awake from a cold, lonely bed every morning to cover herself neck to ankle in loose fitting clothing and drive 2 minutes to work. Hoping for something different that the same sourish tang of cheap nescafe 2-in-1 in her mouth. Wishing for something more when she sits at her desk and goes through routine, loosing her mind.

How does she settle with people here who make her feel so utterly misunderstood and under-valued, where there is no escape for her during weekends. How does the city girl justify that what she needs the most now is to jump on a spin bike and ride to loud crashing music. How does a city girl breath in all the mediocrity and not feel faint? How does a city girl survive in a place where there are no people with high motivation and drive.

Perhaps thats the hard part. A real test.

God it's tiring to be here in the foreign state. Tiring to make it work.

but I am stronger than this.

It's hard but not impossible.

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I had a dream that I got laid by this hot lean and lanky dude with curls and a crooked grin, his long muscular legs and hands wrapping around me. Engulfing me. Pleasuring me.

I need to get laid already.