Excited

... wish I was excited, or perhaps creative enough, to actually START my travel blog.

w.t.f.

when things explode....

I won't worry...

my life away.

Haunted by memories and desires of my past.

I honestly don't know what to do. Why is it at times like this, that people pop back into your life? It feels as if it's only to fuck with your sense of security. It's funny how something so small can screw with me so much.
I feel quite sick.
Argh.
Life is a funny thing.