“I don’t like you…sometimes I think I live for you.
I don’t think I even breathe when we are together, which means, when I see you on Monday, it’s been 60 hours since I’ve taken a breath. That’s probably why I’m so crabby, and why I snap at you.
All I do when we’re apart is think about you, and all I do when we’re together is panic. Because every second feels so important.
And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself.
I’m not even mine anymore.
- Eleanor to Park in “Eleanor & Park”
Thank you. For being there for me, always.
Last few days at T; a bit of a mixed emotion. Learnt a lot, made many friends. But it will be time to say goodbye.
Guess life is a bit like that.
Everybody is striving for happiness, though only few manage to find it.
Change is the only constant and I hope that I have made the right call.
Thank YOU for supporting me through my darkest hours.
Things are moving in the right directions.
I am bad.
And that is good.
I will never be good.
And that’s not bad.
Because there’s no one I’d rather be.
Spent the day listening to silly old love songs.
Guess at the end of the day,
The heart just wants what the heart wants.
18 months, and now its time to say goodbye.
Mexico has changed me, for better or worse. And now I’m going back to a new life.
So much has changed. Yet so many things remain the same.
I have a lot of growing up to do, to live a truthful life with nothing to hide. To be happy. To be myself again.
The road back to where I was has been long and windy.
I am sorry for all the pains I’ve caused, for all the mistakes I’ve made. And I thank you.
I took the long road, but I am coming back a better person. Hopefully at least.