The killers

And so 21st September marks a day I checked an item off my bucket list. 

When I saw them on stage in person, it felt so surreal. The excitement on the ground was so intense I thought I was going to self combust! 

Although all I could intake was man stink mixed with humidity, no amount of exhaustion could stop me from hopping. 

And so I woke up today at 1 in the afternoon with a sore throat and a broken body.

Can we do this again? 

Losing a home

The title says it all. Very soon I gotta pack up all my 28 years of crap and find somewhere to store them.

Annoyingly, I can't seem to swallow my fucking pride and suck it up. I can't hold my facial expressions when I get so much grief.

It's depressing really. Not to have a place to go home to.

Home

Stress is tiring. It makes one loses sleep.

Hope gives us strength.

Love keeps us going.