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Montreal is Amazing!

It’s been a few hours since I’ve landed back in Montreal, and the magic is still here!

In fact, it’s so amazing it doesn’t even matter that it’s freezing cold and snow everywhere…

As if the “Universe” is rewarding me for an authentic decision, everything feels as though it is falling in place. Here are some things which have happened since arriving:

First, I noticed some calls from a friend in Cyprus. I thought this was very strange and was concerned that everything is alright.

We ended up having a very long (almost 1.5 hours) phone call that went deep about relationships, my ex, his family, and more.

It made me realize some things about my last relationship which I think will help me to move on from the heart break. Even though I was the one who initially broke it off, I felt a lot of guilt & sadness and still missed her. Idealizing her has been a problem of mine, and I really just wanted us to come back together. The truth is that won’t unfortunately happen, until she makes some changes.

I realized something huge: that maybe getting “kicked out of Bulgaria,” the signature event which “started the downward spiral,” was actually maybe a blessing in disguise…

My life got crazy indeed, and I didn’t react to it the best, however now I realize that I was missing the blessings because I wasn’t in a positive frame of mind.

Boundaries were crossed during the craziness, and I began to not feel truly cared for. After the call with my friend, I now realized that everything that happened was GREAT because it made me grow a lot as a person, and also eventually leave the relationship, which was a bit more one-sided than I would’ve liked.

Had I stayed, I would’ve no doubt fallen deeper and deeper in love, and it would’ve been harder to leave. Who knows, maybe everything would’ve worked out perfectly, all I know is how it did turn out, and how we choose to view it is our own choice.

I now feel that perhaps soulmates DO exist, but not in the sense of you two being destined to be together forever. You still have to be mature enough. We each have to grow as people first, as we weren’t prepared for the craziness and I saw a side of her when I left Bulgaria which really hurt.

Anyways, I just thought it was odd that my friend from CYPRUS decided to call me NOW, without even realizing that I was traveling to Montreal. This was the first coincidence.

After our call, I went to Schwartz’s, the #1 world’s best smoked meat restaurant in the world! I am not kidding on this, they literally ship their meat world-wide because of how famous it is.

I sat down, and recognized two of the workers there instantly. They had served me almost 2 years ago when I was here, and also July of 2018 when I was here.

A cool guy was sitting next to me, and we started a nice conversation while enjoying our sandwiches. After eating, we parted ways.

After the amazing experience at Schwartz’s with meeting new people & seeing familiar faces, I went to a restaurant/bar to get some famous Canadian poutine.

Something about me: I don’t feel like I’m truly “in” a place until I’ve tasted the local food! Tasting that delicious smoked meat sandwich & poutine really helped set it in that “I am in Montreal!!!”

On the way to the restaurant/bar, I noticed a yoga place. Literally as I left Schwartz’s I was thinking that I wanted to find a good, affordable, English yoga studio to keep my yoga practice up at.

Boom, found it. They teach in English (not French), they’re in a great location, and have a variety of classes- and, they’re cheap AF (new sign-up)! I didn’t purchase the membership just yet in case I find another place closer to where I’ll be staying with my friend. If I don’t, this is now sorted out- woohoo!

Now in the bar-restaurant thing, I ate some delicious poutine. I looked around me and saw that there were mainly just beautiful girls, and not so many guys. Montreal has some gorgeous girls.

Some of the girls were laughing and cheering at the bar, so I figured it was some party or something.

The bartender then came over to me and tapped on a shot glass that was secretly placed in front of me! Shots, on the house, for everyone!

Together all of us at the bar took a shot, we all smiled, and I continued eating my delicious poutine. Oooh yeaaah.

This is Montreal, an epic city. I haven’t even met my friends yet and everything is going right!

Like always, this is going to be an awesome stay… (:


#1 WORST Culture EVER Revealed!

I have visited 12+ countries for extended periods of time, and lived in roughly 4 countries depending on how you count it. I have unarguably lived in 2 countries on opposite sides of the globe.

Also, my traveling was never “vacation-only.” In fact, I’ve hardly visited museums, sites, and I don’t recall ever taking one tour.

I make money online & travel, so I have a much more in-depth experience of these local cultures. I make local friends, do local things, and live as if I’m a local while in these countries.

For me it’s about the experience, people, and beauty of each location- and not just the silly sites or tours or luxury.

Because of this extensive travel so young, I have experienced many cultures. I’ve also met people from other cultures in countries I haven’t visited yet.

I’ve been to half of the populated continents (North America, Europe, and Asia), and in the coming years intend to visit all 7.

Culture is a fascinating subject and there is no doubt a HUGE difference between the lives of people in Phoenix, AZ compared to those in Sofia, Bulgaria. In fact, there are even huge differences between Omaha, NE and Phoenix, AZ! Being as I’m born n’ raised in Omaha and I’ve also lived in Phoenix for a rough total of 2 years- I know!

Now that my “credentials” if you will are out of the way, let’s get into the #1 worst culture in the world I’ve ever experienced.

The #1 Worst Culture EVER (Warning: Shocking Content)

Of all of the places I’ve visited, I can no doubt say that the #1 worst culture I’ve visited are the places I’ve visited when my mind was also in the worst place.

Wait… what? You read that right.

In general, places where I had a negative experience were places that I approached with a negative frame of mind, or places which I was in a negative head-space for other various reasons.

The same is true for the other way around.

As the saying goes, “everywhere you go, there you are.” You can’t exactly escape yourself- while travel is great and I highly recommend it, it’s only effective if you are actively re-inventing yourself in the process. If you go to another city just expecting things to be better, while that might produce some result due to expectation, ultimately you’ll end up in the same place if you don’t make legitimate effort to change.

Are Americans Arrogant & mean?

For various reasons, America is the topic of focus for many 1st world countries. I actually enjoyed traveling more in Eastern Europe for this reason because they didn’t care from where I was. People in other 1st world countries (IN GENERAL) make a bigger deal of Americans & Trump, or whatever else the news is talking about.

Some people think that Americans are mean, cold, nationalists who want nothing more than for America to “nuke” the entire world.

Others think that Americans are SO nice, so kind, so giving, so abundant, and so loving.

Also, some people think Americans are so diverse & accepting of other cultures. Others think that the whites are actively hunting and suppressing the other races.

Are Germans Cold?

Germans have a reputation of being “cold” and punctual to a fault. Others think that their culture is welcoming to foreigners, especially due to their high English proficiency rate. The German language also sounds harsh to many other cultures.

Are the French Nationalistic?

The French, even in Montreal, are infamous for pretending NOT to speak the English language. It is said that you can’t ever have a real conversation with them unless you open first in French.

Are Slavs Aggressive?

Russians, Bulgarians, and other Slavic countries are regarded to as being overly-aggressive, mean, and harsh. Their language is harsh on most English-speaker’s ears due to the way words are naturally pronounced, and the sounds typically emphasized in Slavic languages are those sounds which English speakers use only while angry (ie. emphasizing SH in shit or FFF in fuck, normally English speakers focus more on vowels and light consonants).

My Experiences

I’ve met some pretty awesome Americans. They are accepting of other cultures, loving, and kind people. I’ve met white Americans, black Americans, and Americans from all around the world. I’ve also met some pretty mean & nasty ones, that drove aggressively, or were a bit too proud, or were a bit racist.

One of my best friends is a German, and I’d say he’s pretty damn cool. However I’ve also had some pretty negative experiences in Germany, of people indeed being cold to me.

In Montreal I’ve experienced the stereotypical French pride, and been actively laughed at for attempting to speak French. For some of them you quite literally have to speak in French before speaking to them in English.

On the other hand, French Canadians have been so kind to me. One time while living in Montreal I got invited to a house party in Terrebonne, which is primarily French. Most people couldn’t speak English any close to fluently but they gladly accommodated me and we shared many laughs.

While living in Sofia, Bulgaria, I met some asshole taxi drivers that scammed me. Other Slavs have been rather aggressive and too macho. On the other hand, many of my best friends are Bulgarian. They are emotionally supportive, kind, and wonderful people.

The Truth

Do you really think that 320 million Americans could all be “mean,” or that the culture could be entirely more mean than say Germany or France? I mean, it could be, but it says a lot about YOU if you attract these types of people.

NO SINGLE HUMAN can tell whether Americans are “generally nice” or “generally mean” because it would require a sample size too big than what someone could experience in their life!

As I’ve stated earlier, my own mentality often attracted me to the very experiences which I received. A warm smile loosens people right up. An angry look on my face triggers anger in others.

The truth is, when people say “XYZ culture is ABC” it tells me a LOT more about THEM than it does THE CULTURE. Alternatively, it could be that they just had a bad experience.

For example, if someone visits Paris and means several French people who actively make fun of them for not speaking English during their 7 DAY VACATION, this person will go home and say “fuck the French.”

Really what they mean is “of the 20 some French people I interacted with, the majority were mean. I also reacted negatively, which triggered negativity in other French people, so my entire trip became a bad, self-fulfilling prophecy.”

The same is said of people that have “good experiences.” They go to Berlin and are gladly welcomed by the Germans. They believe Germans are kind & giving. They walk around with a smile and a hop in their step, and assume every German they meet is kind & giving, and so the receiving German feels happy and valued, and so becomes kind & giving.

You Choose Your Experiences

Although there is an element of random-ness, you primarily choose your life experiences & interactions. You attract what you are.

Even if you don’t believe in law of attraction as I do, it cannot be denied that walking around with a smile and a hop in your step will trigger happiness in others, thus continuing the very experience which you are happy.

The #1 Worst Culture EVER

So there is no #1 worst culture ever, for as far as the question can be concerned. People are people, and that’s it.

People on the other side of the world aren’t from a different species. They are much more similar than you could imagine.

They get jobs, have kids, have a partner, have friends, have hobbies, etc. JUST LIKE YOU.

In any given culture, there are mean people and good people. Having a short experience of 14 days or less is not enough to gauge the culture; your interactions will be a combination of luck & mentality.

The only way to truly know is to live for decades in a culture, and then decades in another. Even then, you are very likely emitting a different “energy” or in a different place in life on each different decade.

Now literally speaking, are there better or worse cultures? Absolutely. In theory, there is a generally #1 best culture in the world and #1 worst culture in the world.

So far as we are concerned, we can’t know. It’s impossible. Statistics don’t paint the real truth.

Ultimately it is up to YOU to determine what kind of experience you have, wherever you are, in that exact moment.


Of course, there are some nuances to this. I’d guess that people in ISIS-held Iraq could easily argue that this hippy happiness BS isn’t so effective when staring down an AK-47.

My guess is that to an extent your mental energy & sneakiness (ability to pretend to like them) could affect your experience of these people, but ultimately these groups of people actively lean towards a certain energy- hatred.

So as I write this, I must confess that we could very well argue there are without a doubt “best cultures” and “worst cultures.” The rule simply applies to the majority of countries in the world.

Nuances of the Nuance

But as I write this nuance, don’t you dare say “oh so yeah the nuance applies to me, my culture is shit.” No. You still get to choose your experiences and actively move away from what you don’t want, if you can read this now.

For example if you’re from a small, poor village in Bulgaria, you can actively decide to get a job in Sofia, and then once you’ve saved some money you can move elsewhere in the EU, such as the Netherlands or Germany.

Cultural Differences

Also, there are indeed cultural differences between groups of people. For example, in America it’s normal for a waiter to come by and visit you, ask how you’re doing, refill your water, etc. whereas that is not the case in Bulgaria.

At first I assumed the service was “just shit” in Bulgaria, but then I realized it was in their culture to not want to be disturbed by the waiter. They valued privacy & their own interactions. As a result, waiters would only come if requested, and leave you alone otherwise.

Someone coming to America from Bulgaria might think that Americans are so friendly & nice, when really they’re just doing their job. I’ve also had Bulgarians suggest that Americans are “inauthentic” or “fake” because of this behavior.

Is that really true? Not at all. It’s just a cultural difference which the person doesn’t understand.

The same is true of Americans going to Bulgaria. We could assume they have bad service, or realize that they value privacy and have a different definition of “service.” After living there for a year, it took me a while to adjust back to servers coming by and refilling my water.

Humanity Beyond Culture

Beyond these cultural differences, which we can falsely interpret as “good or bad,” lies humanity. Humanity just IS.

Everyone wants prosperity. Everyone wants love, and sex, and friends, and good memories.

This is our humanity beyond the social norms we define as “culture.”

Ultimately everywhere I go, I just see humans now. The cultures may differ, as do the languages, but in the end we are just people.

Because there are people everywhere I go there are good people and bad people in every “culture,” for to have a culture means you must first have humanity.

When someone suggests to me that a particular culture is “good or bad,” it tells me more about that person, and/or reveals the quality of their memories in the culture they are referring to.

In other cases where a friend suggests to another friend that “XYZ culture is ABC,” it reveals simply ignorance on the person who accepts this belief from the friend without analyzing WHY their friend says that XYZ culture is ABC.

What is YOUR Culture?

Within every culture are sub-cultures. So now I ask, what is YOUR culture, within the society that you live in?

Whether by conscious or unconscious choice, or even by luck or accident, where you are is shaping you, defining you, becoming you.

You can choose to have what you want, but in order to do so you must first open up your consciousness to the fact that you need to take responsibility for your own humanity beyond culture, and then secondly to actively search for those humans who are supportive and good, beyond some culture.

We can sit here on our high horses laughing at the ignorance of those who believe XYZ culture is ABC, or we can realize our own ignorance and fix those first.

The choice is yours. What is YOUR culture?


Looking For a Home

I’ll confess. I’m getting exhausted in life, a bit depressed, and the downward momentum feels strong.

Since June of 2018, I haven’t been in one country for more than 1 month. A few days ago was 1 official month in the United States (woohoo), however I did not spend more than 1 month in Phoenix until I flew to Chicago.

I’m currently writing this on a plane back to Phoenix from Chicago, but more on that later.

Time is Flying

Time feels like it’s flying by. A couple weeks ago I woke up realizing that I’m just a few months away from turning 21.

This horrifies me, as it feels like yesterday that I turned 20 and received the best birthday gift ever from my then-girlfriend, now ex.

At 18 I thought things would be considerably different now. I had just started my online business and I had what felt like endless motivation to make things happen.

Now I’m feeling burnt out on energy, and devoid of motivation. The constant switching around of places makes it all too easy to become lazy & complacent.

Anyways, time is flying by fast and it’s a huge kick in the ass to wake up. Since May/June of 2018 I don’t feel like I’ve done anything too substantial.

I’m just worn down, and breaking up with my ex probably has a lot to do with that among the other life stressors such as some business issues & the whole travel-too-much thing.

Home Base Struggles

So why did I fly to freezing-cold Chicago in the middle of Winter from cozy Phoenix? First let’s take the story back a bit.

Following my surgery in Chiang Mai, I was pretty crushed. I felt alone, depressed, sad from my break up, and the massive physical pain following the surgery didn’t help.

A friend (who helped after the surgery, thanks V) convinced me to stay in Chiang Mai longer and to stop traveling around to new places.

The problem is she ended up leaving to Vietnam for a week, and during my period alone & in pain (though I did have one other Spanish friend I was eating with) my silly mind began once again its escapist tactics.

“Maybe you’ll be happy back in the USA,” it thought.

So I wrote passionately about moving to Las Vegas, Nevada, or Portland, Oregon. Life had essentially become an “escaping into the future.”

I purchased a flight from Chiang Mai – Phoenix for mid-December, so that I could make Christmas with the family. Then I healed from the surgery.

After I healed from the surgery (about one week) I began doing the things in Chiang Mai that I legitimately wanted to do.

For example, I met people and explore the area. I rented a motorcycle and rode it with a friend hanging on the back in the beautiful Chiang Mai mountains. I made another motorcycle friend and we explored some beautiful regions together.

Suddenly passion filled me again! I was having fun, living how I had always dreamed of.

You see, it was my dream to ride a motorcycle (or scooter in this case) around Thailand, meet people, eat delicious food, etc. When I first arrived in Thailand, I was doing none of that.

I felt scared, culture shocked, heartbroken, and I simply wasn’t putting in proper effort in order to be happy.

What I’ve learned is that happiness is really more of a choice than you could realize. You can’t say “I’ll be happy exactly now” in ALL cases (but some certainly), but you can choose to do the things and put in the effort (such as making friends) to genuinely make you happy.

The last week in Thailand was a ton of fun, but I had already purchased a flight back home. I considered skipping the flight but didn’t. In hindsight, I should’ve skipped the flight- it was made days after an extremely painful surgery which I was completely unprepared for.

Oh, another thing I’ve learned is that I need to stop playing super-human all the time. After all the crazy traveling before Thailand, heartbreak, etc. I thought I could go all alone and have a surgery all alone? Yeah, I need to take better care of myself because this is just a bit crazy.

Did I mention I also had no anesthesia? Just basic numbing. No painkillers either. No laughing gas even. I may have unconsciously chosen this because I felt guilty leaving my ex in the midst of her own life struggles. Laughing gas would’ve been a mere $60, but I was determined to save every penny…

The slight PTSD I had for a month around blenders probably wasn’t worth saving $60. Actually, I still get a bit uneasy around blender sounds. It reminds me of when I could feel the saw ripping apart my gums & wisdom teeth, the blood splattering outside my face and choking me as I was forced to swallow my blood by the cup.

Let’s get back on track now:

The problem in Chiang Mai is that I had gotten used to constantly moving around, even if I didn’t like it. Staying and putting in the effort to meet new people would’ve made me genuinely happy, but instead I was still in work-a-holic coping mode so I isolated myself in the first week. In the second I couldn’t meet anyone from the surgery. And the third was awesome, but I was already committed to leaving.

When I returned to the USA, I felt very sad for the first week or so. I was constantly upset and missing Bulgaria & my ex. The time passed by super fast, I can’t believe I had stayed almost a month in Phoenix before going to Chicago!

One really good thing I did was take up Yoga. Yoga really helped me feel peaceful, relax, and focus. It helped calm me and re-focus.

I’m still struggling with motivation, loneliness, and lots of other things, but yoga really helped grounded me to give me that tiny edge to keep moving forward.

After a few weeks in Phoenix, I couldn’t decide where I really wanted to go. I began to doubt Vegas. Portland made me nervous, I questioned if it could be anything like Europe.

What I realized is that asking an American, “hey is this city walkable,” is a ton different than asking a European if a city is walkable. American cities are designed for machines, not humans. When you can walk 20 minutes to a grocery store, that’s considered walkable, whereas in Sofia, Bulgaria (and most European cities) there’ll be like 20 grocery stores within a 20 minute walking distance.

I don’t feel particularly passionate for any of our “walkable” cities such as Chicago, Portland, Philadelphia, Boston, and New York. A lot of our American cities lack beauty & humanity like European cities.

If you like to drive, then of course you will love American cities. I wish to get around without a car or public transit because it’s healthier and I enjoy that lifestyle more.

Realizing that America is hardly suited for these desires has been a struggle. Who knows, maybe Portland or Philadelphia is actually great, that’s what I hear, but I don’t have an excess budget to visit many of these places to feel them out first.

Being as I’ve also been in Chicago, I can affirm that “walkable” in Chicago is miles different than walkable in Sofia, or all of the other European cities I’ve visited. No, it’s literally miles different. Chicago is fucking huge! And expensive…

So a part of me would love to live in the USA. It’s that part of me that just wants to speak English, understand everyone, understand the culture, and all that jazz.

The other part of me wants to be around culture, uniqueness, walk-ability, and architectural beauty, which I’m sorry but USA really lacks this.

Another side-tangent: I also don’t understand at all how the USA was developed. Look, I understand all of the cities were made after the invention of cars, but what about those people who couldn’t have cars, or how did people socialize?

For example in Krakow, Poland there is a giant main square filled with shops, restaurants, and everything you could imagine. Around the giant main square is everything else you’d need. These city squares or similar can be found in every European city packed with people. It’s where people go to meet, hangout, and be social!

Growing up before phones blew up, the only way to meet people was through other families in the neighborhood, or school. We went out in the woods (nature) or played in front of or behind the houses. That’s it.

If you haven’t been to Europe, you may not understand exactly what I’m trying to communicate here. I’d argue that it’s near-impossible to understand. Until you’ve lived the European city life, you can’t really tell.

I just don’t understand why things were developed like this. It must’ve been so hard to socialize pre-technology.

The friend I stayed with is in the suburbs of Chicago, and it was 100% lonely. The only friends he had here were friends from school. It was literally impossible to meet more people without going downtown to Chicago.

 I guess if you have an established friend group, wife, kids, etc. then the suburbs are cool but it just seems so lonely and desolate. There is no easy way to meet people and everyone is alone in their giant houses. Is that really a way to live life?

You may be able to guess where this is going: I wish that the entire European city development could be pasted into the United States of America. I wish we had their public transit, cheap flights, and walkable cities.

Who knows, maybe I’ll end up somewhere in Phoenix with a motorcycle and be perfectly content. Or for all I know Boston could be just like any other European city. What I do know is that most of what I’ve experienced reveals that it isn’t the case.

When I made the decision to fly back to Phoenix from Chiang Mai, I also had another reason deep down (which I believe I wrote about also): the Bulgarian Consulate is in Chicago, so should I decide I want to live in Bulgaria I can always apply from here.

Looking back, I think the decision was unconsciously made because I could apply- not because I intended to live in the USA. Ah, I have one tricky brain…

Getting over the whole “not living in the USA” thing is as you can see a huge internal struggle. I’m reminding myself it’s temporary, and to go where I’m happy. I’ve always been happy there, even when I was single for that last month while it hurt I at least had friends & a happy lifestyle.

 So that’s why I was in Chicago: I stayed with a friend to apply at the consulate.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to apply; I am missing some much-needed documents which we thought I could get here but can’t. I am returning to Phoenix one week early (and wasting $, grrr) to handle my documents. When the documents are complete I’ll confirm with the consulate then fly back for an interview & application.

I’m really nervous, to be honest. There’s some quote that says something like “we are more afraid of success than we are of failure.” That couldn’t be more true.

If this Visa gets rejected from Bulgaria, it would mean that I can’t live there. If I never applied, I could at least have the opportunity. I know this is silly reasoning but you can’t deny that you’ve thought in a similar way for your goals. I’m also more afraid of living there and loving it so much I never want to return to the USA, which would (and currently is) mind-fucking to that little kid who so proudly held the American flag.

I guess I’ve traveled so much now (the world?) that I’m gonna be culture shocked no matter which way I go. USA? Reverse culture shock. Bulgaria? Foreigner forever. Anywhere else? Culture shock.

So I’ll be landing in an hour or two, and putting one foot in front of the other into getting my visa shit handled. I pray that it gets accepted, for I know I am happy there.

In the meantime, I’m working on being happy now- the first thing I’ll do is sign up for an unlimited yoga membership and continue with daily yoga. I’ll work on getting a good morning/night routine and growing my business.

My business has suffered as a result of my complacency, surgery, and heartbreak. I hate to admit it, but I’m starting over at ground zero, with a bit more cash but a lot owed in taxes that I wasn’t able to pay as a result of my mistakes.

It sucks, but I’m figuring this out, you know? I’m much more grateful that I took these risks, even if it turned into a 3 steps forward, 2 steps back kind of situation. Actually, that’s exactly what happened- 3 steps forward, 2 steps back. Time to take another 3 forward…

My goal in Phoenix is to improve my habits, get some energy back, and keep pushing forward. Being depressed is no joke but I’m gonna stay focus on Bulgaria.

I’ve also been second-guessing every decision I make, and struggling with focus. I made a lot of wrong moves recently, and some unnamed people weren’t supportive in the beginning of it and made me feel like I couldn’t make a right decision, so part of this is just regaining my own self-confidence and self-belief (which is all you really need).

I saw a movie recently, “Glass.” It was great, but watch Split before you see it. There was a deeply emotional moment for me in which someone said that “superheroes become superheroes because they believe in themselves so much it becomes true.” Nothing could be more accurate about life itself.

If you believe in yourself, you may have what you wish to have. Through all of this, I’m learning just to believe in myself again. Even though things got tough, crazy, and I made a few wrong moves, I know it’s all going to work out because I believe in myself (at least I’m trying more and more to bet on myself).

And with that, I pray I do get that Visa and fix the business and my habits and everything and I return to Bulgaria strong than before. And should that not work out, then I pray I do find my home, soon.



How I Became a Digital Nomad- Interview

Hey guys! I got interviewed by “Location Independent.

I’ve never before made a post or video about why I became a digital nomad, so this will be your first “sneak peek” into how & why I chose this lifestyle and made it happen.

This video is value-packed. Even if you’re not planning on living this lifestyle, you’re sure to learn something.

Click HERE to check it out now.

Have a great day 🙂



My Life’s Dilemma: To Grow, or To Relax

I’ll be honest. I’ve been feeling a bit purposeless recently.

This is in part because I broke up with my girlfriend, someone whom I was so certain about and so in love with before things changed.

However, this isn’t the only reason.

I’ve been feeling like this for a little while. I’ve been a bit lost & confused as to what I want to do & where I want to go next.

Introducing: The Past

A couple of years ago was hell.

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