Unpacking my baggage

Sorry it's taken a while to get around to these!

Sleepy, nostalgic Saturday nights. Post wisdom teeth surgery has left me stranded at home with my own thoughts. Hence, begins the painfully tiresome dig into past journal entries from a lifetime ago... 16/06/11 There was a night where we'd travelled for hours on a bus, got off and went on another. We were lost and had been traveling all day. Sticky, tired and stressed, we lugged our luggage and wandered down this highway at night. Night lights all around in the distance, cool breeze blowing in the crisp summer air...you stopped and kissed me. Hundreds of cars zoomed past us, and you said 'this is to keep me going'. So warm inside. As icky and gross I had felt that day, that moment could not have been better. I first arrived with the same suitcases in tow - just as sticky, tired and stressed. But when I left, I had you by me to share all that with. 19/03/12 I'm going to just lie in bed tonight. I will wear your shirt and close my eyes to try and imagine you ...

Oh the irony. As I've announced so many times now, I've been so over dating. I think it's just bullshit.  A few weeks ago, after returning from an amazing trip to Boracay, I made a declaration. The trip proved that relationships between men and women can be way too confusing and deceitful. I threw my hands up in the air, and said, FUCK IT, no more dating for me. My declaration was that I would resign myself to going back to being alone and enjoying the 'me' time. I would opt for animal videos at home on a Friday night, instead of the usual she-bang at bars and clubs or forcing myself to go on mindless dates for the sake of 'meeting someone'.  With this idea in tow, I found myself over the last few weeks feeling pretty super and content. Then BAM, it happened. Just when I wasn't looking, something happened and it has come charging at me from out of nowhere. I think it's true what people say about life happening when you're making ot...