It’s one week since I have come back from Northern Ireland. I thought that I would like to tell all the wonders I have seen.
It’s been a break for my mind. But once I came back I started to think again. I cannot stop thinking.
How to deal with my “bachelorhood”? I have desisted. I didn’t want this moment to arrive. But I think that until summer I have to stop thinking about love.
What’s to become of me? My words are dull. My smile is gone. I have run out of ideas.
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Into oblivion 