What can I possibly say?
I can't say anything.

Everything is great.
I went to York and I am happy.
Narciso Rodriguez.
Art galleries, etc.
Fight like the night.

Everyone's gone self-centered (from stress) and it's scaring me.

When I open my eyes, I want to throw up ( Read more... )

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It's starting to eat me from the inside.

Am I a part of the 'nomadic youth', that multitude of world-travelling youngsters who backpack through various countries, working in pubs and experiencing the crazy rush of culture after culture? I don't think so. Firstly, I'm not that young. But more importantly, I think my purpose is different. Yes, I'm moving from place to place, but at a slower ( Read more... )

I swear it, I'm finding my soul again ( Read more... )

Well.
I hop on the plane tomorrow.

I book my ticket tomorrow ( Read more... )