Someone should pick me up and strangle the wits out of me, because I just got to London a few days ago, but I’m perpetually stuck to my Macbook, emptying out the tissue-box, blowing my running nose every now and then, let my mind wander back to the good times. Deja vu? This is a perfect picture of a woman who just broken up with her boyfriend, in a foreign country. And while there are just theaters, bookshops, markets and museums waiting to be explored, I only crave for company of familiar faces, my mother and perhaps a steaming mug of hot chocolate. I have anticipated the break-up and have brought it up a number of times, but he denied everything and made sure I had a good time in Italy then, slammed the door on my face on my face after that.Ouch. After all the family dinners and childhood friends meet and greet. Which is why honesty sucks. But we knew it was coming.

Perhaps the change is for the better but why the hell do I still feel so lost?