I was told that I am a couple of years ago and this years it was confirmed... yet one more time.
The level of stress I have, even tho is high cannot be compared to what I was going through last year.
Anyways, lately in Antigua everything has been very nice. Met some amazing new people that I get along super well, like I know them for ages. Found some friends for life, like the ones I made in Granada and Lagos. You know who you are, you won't get rid of me that easily...
Lately I have been lacking a lot of inspiration to write. Sometimes I have a little but then I read/hear something a puf! it's gone. Happened a couple of weeks ago and happened today again.
Fuck this shit. I can't write anymore. Sorry.
Fuck this shit. I can't write anymore. Sorry.
