Harro. So, one out of my infinity dreams came true. I just got back from The Big Smoke and The City of Love, London and Paris. Sad to say that my Dad didn't join us but never mind let's just put that aside. On the bright side, I really had fun spending my money on new clothes, shoes and designer handbags for affordable price. Bought a lot of souvenirs for my fins and some for my Dad! And wo, my heart skipped a beat when I first saw the Eiffel tower with my naked eyes, ah so lovely and I guess it's the only thing I love about Paris.
It was really a fun trip until I had to hold back my tears in front of people and fake a smile. Never thought I'd be that fucked up while I was on a vacay, I didn't expect this shit. I still have no idea why did I keep on thinking about him. I hate how the littlest thing there reminded me of him. Crying over someone I love in the city of love is just so asd to jkl. But why, why did all the memories suddenly flashed up in my mind when I was on a vacation, when I actually got the chance to leave these behind even just for 10 days. Can't this shit wait til I get back? I'm tired, I swear I am. When will I get over these? Feeling shitty when I was supposed to feel free from my problems, this is exhausting. All I can do is wait until it's over.
So it's more about my pathetic love-life than the vacay, soz guyz.
Au revoir.
