i remember times when i would feel absolutely satisfied just by walking down a street and breathing in the air. times in Perth.
yet i seem to be unable to feel the same way here. not even momentarily.
i am struggling. still struggling.
is it really just a the-grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side syndrome or what.
after much thought, i think maybe its because the reasons i came back for is backfiring in all aspects. be it family, the church or love.
and i'm always jealous when i see all my friends travelling. i just wana get out of here most times..
i am indeed a spoilt brat.
