fuck.

i've come to the conclusion that there are very few things that i am fully passionate about. i try to remember these things when i find myself becoming envious of other people's lives and how many friends they have or how much fun they seem to be having in the endless photographs that pop up all over the place. a pang of disgust always hits me when i come to find how much people have truly changed and where their hearts are or who they're with nowadays.

sometimes i think can feel my head caving in when i think about the future.


things i need to do before too long:
- return to new york, buy close everything in the village &soho.
- organize EVERYTHING.
- finish anderson cooper's dispatches from the edge.
- attempt to feel 100% content. attempt, attempt, attempt.

the past will never become the present nor the future. just let it be.

i figure that while eddie has fallen into a coma this early on a saturday night, i'd give myself the present of a new beginning. cheers.