I’m not at home right now. This place is supposed to be home, it doesn’t feel like it though. I suppose it’s because I’ve never been here.

I thought a bit about it and realised that I hate the slow life. It’s calming, but it’s also oddly discomforting.

I’m scared of very few things in life. This makes me think:

“Have I run too fast? Is it too late to slow down?”

Someday, I will. I hope.