When I give my heart, I give in it's entirety. It's always all or nothing for me. And tts how I've gained so much and lost so much..

And so, I left my heart and soul in London. And unlike people, London can't quite break my heart can it? And even though I wanna go to NYC, London feels like it's my home. I keep saying I want to go home. I don't feel comfortable here anymore. It's not a hate or like thing really.. I was comfortable in my own skin there. I learned to accept things, I learned to let go of my tight control and let myself float.. And to my surprise, things turned out better when I could let go. I am disgusted with myself when I plop onto e grass in a park and then bolt upright in fear of bugs. I hate being so uptight. I want to breathe deeply and easily. Take in the cold crisp air, run into the unknown, unafraid and undaunted.