The feeling of getting away from the city's bright lights have never been so difficult until I met November.
For a month and two weeks now, I am in the military. 3 more weeks left to go.
I am coping, don't know well or not but it is going fine so far. Many are saying that they expect and hope the best of and for me respectively.
I have to let go of my "weekly routine".
Mother knows the best. Father too.
I tried too hard and still trying to go away from all the bullocks collected in my pockets.
I've spent all the cash on my wants. I will make sure I have some spaces left for those shit that's happening.
On board, in the ferry now, goodbye cruel world, and see you in the weekends!
:)