Ever have one of those days where you feel like the life has been sucked out of you. That is the story of my life.

--the moving thing is still happening, but so many things are cropping up that I can't even mention. That's weird? Cos I alsways mention EVERYTHING.
--I feel like I am sitting on a time bomb or something. My

All I ever asked for was a happy life, a fun existence. Was that too much to ask for? I wanted a chance to explore, experience, and experiment with everything. Now, I can't even move from my house to my own apartment without there being so much drama attached to it.

There are moments when I just sit and I miss London. I think why do I miss that city so much, all I wanted to do while I was there was get the hell outta there, why do I miss it now? Maybe it's that time of my life I miss. The freedom I had and the adventure of having my life in my hands and the opportunity to make decisions on my own without being choked by myopic sensitive people. It is the city---50 % of it that I miss, 25% is the lifestyle, and then, the other 25% is the time in my life. Young, just out of college, my life could have gone any way at that time...where did it choose to go?

HERE.

All I asked for was a fun existence. Is that too much to ask?