I really, really, really dread Mother’s Days.
Bangkok for the first time, in two days. I’ve missed travelling.
What’s the worst that could happen when you cage a bird? The bird forgets what freedom smells/tastes/feels like.
Sometimes I forget that every dollar I spend on a frivolous cause or item is a dollar enslaving me to a life I should be walking away from.
May/June will be my anti-social months. I guess the only person I’ll see is Pat. I’d like some focus-time for myself. Books, tea, films, clean eating, exercise. Short trip here and there.
I am tired of people. I think I just don’t care enough.
I just feel like Jhené in this song. I feel this giant pain in my heart when I think of that film.
Wanderer, spotless mind, eternal sunshine, communication, talking, chicken, away, go, train, disappear, run, orange, clementine, blue, blau.
The thing about being young and uncertain (in a few years I’ll lament not being that anymore), is that the only thing certain in life is being young at that moment in life.
In 10 years, I have no clue where I’ll be.
Okay no bullshit thoughts today. I am just wondering if I ought to convert some of my cash into Aussie dollars and dump it into mining stocks and leave it for the next 5 years.
In a couple days, I will have a new job. New phase in my life – no longer in my first job after graduation. I guess this year, I woke up one day with a shock and realized I will be 26 in October. In my head, I am still 23.
My biological clock isn’t ticking yet, I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m not in a hurry to do the things everyone rushes to do… Is there something wrong with me? Is it something I should aspire to be? What if at the end, I realize I wanted it all, and I just didn’t know it (yet)? What if I did it all, and regretted it at the end?
What if, what if, what ifs.
#nowplaying, fade into you – mazzy star