June 26, 2011, 12:05 AM Italy time
A sad and lonely room in an apartment in Taormina, Italy
Seriously earlier today on the train I was thinking about writing about how it is kind of nice to not have a phone always ringing. I had this huge inspirational blog planned about how I don’t understand why I always answer my phone or read texts when I am with other people or doing something else. I was going to say how it is sort of a relief not jumping every time there is a buzz to see if maybe he texted me, or him, or maybe someone with plans for later, always being worried about later instead of being worried about now. I was going to write about how I love that languages are different but you can always communicate through being nice, and how everyone appreciates kindness no matter what, and how it would be great to just help people and never really needing to hear their story, and never having to tell yours, just letting the common link between you and everyone else be the basic human desire to give love.