The final hours
I leave England in ten days. Tomorrow I'll start de assembling my computer and packing my suitcases, these things can't be rushed or left to the last minute or I'll end up forgetting things here. It feels so strange... a chapter of my life that ends, a new one that begins. I regret lots of things and I curse mainly my inertia, I could have done so much more... but my time is up.
Speaking of time, I'm having this weird phenomenon... time seems to speed up, my days repeat themselves equal, I wake up then go to bed after what it feels like a couple of hours... and sleep for ten or more. I eat shit, I have terrible, terrible nightmares... I'm all fucked up. I guess I don't cope well with change.
Speaking of time, I'm having this weird phenomenon... time seems to speed up, my days repeat themselves equal, I wake up then go to bed after what it feels like a couple of hours... and sleep for ten or more. I eat shit, I have terrible, terrible nightmares... I'm all fucked up. I guess I don't cope well with change.