Jaded.

I hate having to work London hours. The soaring towers and illuminated skyscrapers against the city backdrop only serves to make me feel even more alone than ever. And all of a sudden, I am afraid. Very afraid that everybody in my life will start to forget about me. One by one.

My body is so going to take a toll on me someday. Late nights and my vice. Yes, my body is suffering from my one and only vice. Yet it is times like this when I just want to reach out for that glass of wine to knock myself out.