Again, I cannot help but be grateful of small things like being up at noon and the sheer luxury of time. It passes meaningfully, slower than the empty fast rate I was used to.
Questions and doubts fill my minds regarding the impending choice I have to make after my holiday is up. These 2 years, what have I learnt? It is heartbreaking to realise, cynicism and lost of faith in people is the more prominent one.
I am living day to day, happily, the bf is my muse, but what I have to face up to, once this oasis of a glorious holiday has been dried up is dreadful. Uncertainties, insecurities. Part of me is thankful, for this change is absolute and inevitable. The other part is bitter and very pissed off.
