It’s never enough

And when you finally think it is. It’s not. 

So tired… 


Little happiness

I’m a sucker for books. Long ago I heard of Book Depository, and the other day I ordered two books, to cure my self from bad mood that took me over recently.

Today, only six days after the order, one of them waited me in mail box. Eleven Kinds of Loneliness, by Richard Yates. Can’t wait to finish Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane and start reading about loneliness.

I even got a bookmark for present. I know it’s just a small thing, but small things make me happy. Happier at least.