𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣

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"Maybe i just wanna fly
wanna live but don't wanna die
maybe i just wanna breathe
Maybe i just don't believe
Maybe you are the same as me
We see things we never seen
You and I are gonna live forever..."

Live forever by oasis sounding in the background while a wave of depression and anxiety hit me as soon as I stopped the car in front of an empty street in the middle of new york realizing the stupid mistake i just made.

"What was I thinking"

I say out loud while hitting my beautiful face against the steering wheel

"me ALONE in a country i know nothing about, no money, homeless..."

i look down the street seeing a small cafeteria with red and green lights

"and hungry"

i complain as my stomach growls.

"Maybe i should call father, go back home and forget all this shit"

Looking at all my bags laying in the back seat. Tears starting to form, cursing the moment that my brilliant mind thought
'hey let's run away to the other side of the world!'
Yeah like that would just poof all my problems away.

"But i hate it there i can't go back i already make it this far, you have to be strong Diane you don't want to end like" (insert character of a movie homeless)

And here i am again, talking to myself. The truth is that i like to call it 'thinking out loud' but who am i kidding i'm a physco.
I finally decided to go to that small cafeteria with the name "central perk" nothing a good coffee can fix, at least for me.

Literally, just touch the driving lever as soon as the sky starts to fall.

great. Just great.

I get out of my car all wet from the pouring rain and get in. There was a bald young man cleaning some mugs admiring a women that's in a call with...i can suppose it's her boyfriend because i don't think she calls her father sexy pants. Gross.
I sit down in a large orange couch shivering and looking for money in my purse. The bald man approaches me.

"Hello miss, we are about to close"

"Oh come on can i at least have a hot cup of coffee im freezing to death man and im all wet, just get out of a 11hours and 25 minutes flight, im broke and homeless so please"

I look at him with an expression asking for his name

"Gunther"

"Yes Gunther, I'm Diane pleasure. Please! I'm just asking for a cup of coffee"

" im sorry but if my boss finds out- "

He didn't finish his sentence since the girl with the cheesy call cut him off

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