'Blue was the silence, wet was the light' by Ronya Galka
This is what August in London looks and feels like…
I hate having couples around me, I hate those who kiss in front of me or hug or whatever. I just do sorry. I can’t help it. I guess I just feel too lonely and like I’ll never be good enough to be loved and have a relationship and it fucking hurts. You know, all those stupid couples fucking hurt.
I’m too insecure about everything starting from myself