I know something's weighing on my mind..

I feel so fucked up..

I should be alright, but I felt hard to leave.

I thought I wouldn't yell "what a shame" that we didn't work out but would be glad.

What's with the heavy heart then?

I don't know if it was right, but I chose where I belong.

Maybe you were right, I wasn't lucky as he was.

Or perhaps I should be celebrating for getting out of this whole big drama.

Whatever! I'm knackered after the long haul flight..

Things will be fine when I wake up tomorrow!