I don't want to come back to my life. It was nice to be away from my home town for a little while. Being there and doing sruff that I usually don't, felt just right, like I belong there. Greece was great. Greece was funny. Greece was new. Seaside was amazing and the places we saw were memorable. And as a new place for me I enjoyed it at it's fullest.
As usual, I fell for an amazing guy who is hundreds and hundres miles away from me. It ruins all.
It was nice to pretend that I was someone else for a little while. Comming back home was just a big disappointment.
Being me feels odd.
And the worst part of this is that I am sad again and I feel I could cry in any moment without any significant reason. Movies are my best friend.
I still think that my writting skils are long gone from now and I can't seem to reach them anymore. They are dead. And this is one of the resons why I stopped writting. I guess I just have to try hard enough until I get something good out of it.
Love is all I need these days. And alcohoool.
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