...a strange kind of longing. I love London immensely, but I cannot imagine myself living here. The past three months have been an emotional turmoil, no matter ow fun they were. I feel like suffocating, feel like dying, I cannot imagine myself surviving the week left before I go home.
And yet I cannot imagine myself leaving this city. It's mine. It's crawled inside my heart and taken roots in there. When I leave, my heart will stay here.
I'm such a mess. How am I ever going to go back the way I was?
I'm not.
And yet I cannot imagine myself leaving this city. It's mine. It's crawled inside my heart and taken roots in there. When I leave, my heart will stay here.
I'm such a mess. How am I ever going to go back the way I was?
I'm not.
