Places I've Been. London. Places to go. Paris. Sydney. Depression. Suicide. Photography. Are a part of my life. I love passionately. Or not at all. I hate the place I'm in. But someone is keeping me here.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.