A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Its a solitary December where rain keeps on pouring and there's no sign that it would stop to let the sun shine on daylight. Its the best moment where I could pull myself together enjoying the blues and talk to my mental illness. 


Could not find any cafe's that served coffe/latte to be my companion. But for this, it was a splendid evening drive with favourite muse. 

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