It has been almost a month…a month of daily stress.
A month of me having to convince myself that "I will be ok today".
Yet again trying hard to find that little part of happiness somewhere.
New years was hard…
mornings are hard…torn with thought of "did I make the right choice"
I'm tired, I am worried.
Luckily I have made some new friends that really help me see that London doesn't have to be "dead" to me even if a lot of tough things have been thrown my way ever since I got here.
I have been to fun venues and nice restaurants, been allowed to laugh but also be honest about the fact that I am just not very happy right now.
Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up and go home…but then I think, would that help really..?
I wish so badly I could go to Bali, I need to go.
The sand…the ocean.
The sun in my face.
The relaxing days.
The people.
Empty beaches hidden away, snorkelling.
The simple day to day life.
Peace of mind.
Seashells.
I need to get away.
I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I feel disappointed.
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