jesus, where do i start?

i dont know why i always feel so empty and alone on sundays, but i do. always. and it is just getting worse weekend after weekend. lying in my bed now, with the cat on my feet and listening to new york i love you but youre bringing me down on repeat.

thinking a bit of sweden. will i ever go back? can i ever go back? i dont think that things ever could be the same there now, after everything that has happend here.

i found some old pictures of when me and Q were sitting on the beach, drinking bear and smoking cigars that i stole from my work. it feels like yesterday, but i guess that its almost three years ago now.