Is it only by staying through till the end that I’m not considered a quitter? I am not here anymore. There is no more fire, no excitement, nothing NOTHING ANYMORE but the anticipation of its ending, and it gets more arduous as each day pass…

Possibly postponing my stay here in Jakarta. There’s just too much going through my mind…

[edit] Just realized—WHY THE FUCK AM I EMO ON NEW YEAR’S EVE?!?!?! I have 20 bottles of wine waiting for me downstairs! Nyehehehehe, and in case I can’t wish everyone on time (phone is hidden deep in the abyss that is my bag),

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!! <3

 

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