how many times will I cry in public in fitzroy because of this boy? 

imagine if he realised how much it hurts me, how much it gets to me. ugh.

going to the fitzroy pool in the morning, coming home on the tram in shorts and a linen shirt and no bra, smelling of chlorine. making lunch with all the lettuce and herbs I’ve grown in my garden. I don’t have to go back to work until after christmas. breaking my ankle has almost turned out to be a good thing- I’ve never been so relaxed in my life. 

Tonight I scrounged for coins, and my housemate poured red wine into a cool ridge bottle, and we got the 86 tram down to the Old Bar. A support band called me out for being there with my broken leg, and I climbed up on a bench and danced around to local punk music in my moonboot. I feel so blessed

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