I'm having this post-vacation syndrome and I'm not liking it. I have never infact.
I was so high I didn't want to come down and I just wish I could just fly. It's sucks that everytime when the plane lands everything of what I left behind landed back in my head.

I got less than 2 weeks before I officially surrender myself to the police. I wanna do something before my liberty gets taken away. I feel like going cycling and playing monopoly some of these days. Somehow, I feel like I got something to do but I can't figure out what it is.

And today, I fell flat on my bump in the mud while trying to chase Miqa. I don't know whats wrong with me. Pfft!