heavy

I never was hungover today, and I had even forgot how much I drank last night.

But right now I'm just quite tired to be honest. But I need to start packing my suitcase since in exactly two days time I'm back in London. It feels really weird right now, I'm really excited too. Plus I'm done with the drama for a bit. But don't worry I'll be back to spice it up again sooner than you think.

So I went to my dad's today. Last time I see both him and my stepmum before I go. It's always sad to say goodbye to the people you love. And to be really honest, since the death of my grandad, I'm scared that this time will be the last time. I know I shouldn't think like that, but it's hard not to.

I find myself sitting just thinking about life and death and love and hard times. I think it's good to go through everything inside yourself, but you have to know where the limit lies, otherwise you could drown in to many heavy thoughts at the same time. So now I'm gonna pack my bag and think about the months that lies in front of me.