Home.

The last post written seems like centuries ago. Apologies.

No hurling my principles into the back of my wardrobe, not this time. I need to talk to somebody. I need to tell someone about it. I need a break.

I'm beginning to feel a need to talk about old times, be happy a little and get all sentimental all over again, instead of having this reality that I cannot sleep away and to wake up not remembering.

Cards thrown on the table for all to see. This game is not meant for me.

Then again, lying in the yellow fields blown out cold doesn't seem so bad after all.