I'm writing this fourteen minutes to tomorrow. My eyes are tired, my mind, restless. I wonder what I'll think of this entry when I read it again at around 10am.
I can't think of anything else but of the journey I've planned in my mind. There is actually no plan - I just know that when I'm already capable of leaving, I will pack my bags and head to a place new to me. I'd like to meet new people and experience different cultures. Nothing else matters right now, not even the amount of money I'd lose in making this dream happen.
And you know what makes me look forward to it even more? He is coming with me.
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