Hi
Hello!
Its april 13 2016.
Today i find myself in a very strange place--i dont know what it is i am supposed to do.
I have never really been in this spot before. I actually dont have a clue of what to do, where to go, who to be, where to live.
Im not making sense but thats ok, nobody reads this anyway.
I feel like i am lost in every place i go. Manila should feel like home but it doesnt. It only feels like the place i was born but i dont want to be here very long. Ive been here a week and i cant wait ro get out. i dont live this life anymore, yet i do. But i know im going to have to come back, and i dont.
Ive fallen out of love with London. I no longer want to live there.
Paris is comfortable and filled with love, but life is hard and i occassionally feel like a pauper that doesnt fit in in some very high circles. Not their fault, mine. I wish i could afford to stay there forever but each day i can feel it getting harder to survive.
New york is fun but it will never be a place i can work in, there's nothing for me to do for work and for me to live on.
I am doomed to accept that Manila will probably be where i will linger. There was a time i felt comfortable with that but now i dont.
I dont want to be here, not right now, not when i have so much to see and feel and grow. But i cant even keep up with myself.
Its april 13 2016.
Today i find myself in a very strange place--i dont know what it is i am supposed to do.
I have never really been in this spot before. I actually dont have a clue of what to do, where to go, who to be, where to live.
Im not making sense but thats ok, nobody reads this anyway.
I feel like i am lost in every place i go. Manila should feel like home but it doesnt. It only feels like the place i was born but i dont want to be here very long. Ive been here a week and i cant wait ro get out. i dont live this life anymore, yet i do. But i know im going to have to come back, and i dont.
Ive fallen out of love with London. I no longer want to live there.
Paris is comfortable and filled with love, but life is hard and i occassionally feel like a pauper that doesnt fit in in some very high circles. Not their fault, mine. I wish i could afford to stay there forever but each day i can feel it getting harder to survive.
New york is fun but it will never be a place i can work in, there's nothing for me to do for work and for me to live on.
I am doomed to accept that Manila will probably be where i will linger. There was a time i felt comfortable with that but now i dont.
I dont want to be here, not right now, not when i have so much to see and feel and grow. But i cant even keep up with myself.