I feel like I can't breathe. I'm still so numb.
I bought my plane ticket home today. I'll be in the States from 3 May to 12 May. I just want to get home. Now.
About Me
- B
- I'm a complicated, contradictory, slightly crazy mess. But aren't we all? I like rainy days best of all, but mostly because it makes me appreciate all things cosy and warm. My tastes swing from wildly modern to bordering on shabby-vintage. I've never met a cupcake I didn't like, and I collect souvenirs (junk?) like it's my job. I'll shop anywhere, from Target to BCBG. The more outrageous the color combination, the more likely it will become a "must-have" for me. I'm 24 but I still feel like a child most days -- though everyone assures me this is normal. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I'm starting to recognize my own mortality, which makes most career choices seem trivial and inane. I'm still trying to find my great passions and figure out where I lie on the moral compass, which takes up a lot of time -- more than I generally have to give. I work like anyone else, shop like anyone else, eat like anyone else, pay bills like anyone else, and sometimes I have to stop and wonder -- is this all there is?
Why to write here?
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