That time of the year...

It is then... now... where I feel like doing nothing. I feel like cancelling all near future plans, pack my bag, go to Gatwick tonight and fly to Italy on my own. Where I can stare at the sea, stare at the sky, take slow walks, feel people passing me by and just feel the space around me and breathe... Just breathe in deep... It makes such a difference..

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Maybe it's PMS, but I sure feel like a hermit. I feel the want to just walk away. The want to drink and go to sleep merry. The want to just have a quiet night with talks. I want to run into somebody's arms and cry and cry and cry for no good reason at all.