Maybe A Great Way To Finish This Horrible Break, But I Just Cant Find A Way To See How Good Some Things

Maybe a great way to finish this horrible break, but I just can’t find a way to see how good some things are. I’ve thought about the easy way to finish it all, a lot.

Food was good and the charcuterie board was perfect, water was cold and my nose crying as I was too. -S

Sometime in my past I swore that if I ever saw another post from anyone who tried to cover up their obvious show off of a trip I’d end myself but now that I got to experience the evil and gut wrenching feeling of traveling abroad I have to admit it feels nice to post a picture from a place that’s not close to home. I feel disgusted by this feeling somehow , is this really what everyone is bragging about . I’m doomed

Streets say that Milan is the most hated city in Italy but to my surprise I found it delightful and to be completely honest , the pinnacle of bragging- twice officially Sænger

I once thought learning how to play chess was impossible, little did I know a child would teach me years after

This picture was taken two weeks ago, it was the start of a hell of a journey. -S

So people just post stuff about their trips and justify themselves by using the word of money and its presence in our decisions. Oh yeah I’m in deepshit haha but seriously what do they even do afterwards , do they expect us to react with ‘oh no he’s traveling and I’m not so I will just hate him forever and delete my dreams for all I care’ well that’s what I’d do or what I’ve done , all naturally of course …harvested in the worst of childhoods

Three photos in three different cities …Venezia was wet and not that good, Pisa was nice and Florence was stinky …-Sænger

I’m still thinking, what am I going to feel? A new undiscovered kind of sadness? Will I change physically? Nothing in these grounds are worth to stay for, but you. And once you leave, I don’t think I’m that strong to handle it.

Still taking advantage of no one reading this blog, am I still delusional? -S

I think I was meant to feel like this trip was in my control , like if I had any idea of what I was doing but I just get so disassociated from everything. Nothing felt in my control other than my mind and that’s the last place I’d rather be . I hate being the subject of a fantasy I’m not aware of , I hate when people expect me to feel or react a certain way . I hate when I don’t feel the way I expect to feel. It’s just all wrong , and the worst thing is…even going to that beautiful country I still feel terrible and I doubt it changed my life . It was just a reminder , everything is just a reminder

Everything is a reminder , you’re a disappointment, you’re an embarrassment, you’re a watcher , you’re an angel - Sadly still Sænger