4 more days in Singapore doesn’t seem like quite enough time but it will have to do for now. I miss having confidants that I can talk honestly to: about pursuing dreams, hopes for the future and trivial shit. Conclusions – I am a terrible drinker in the sense that alcohol makes me feel like shit if hell bold, life is incredibly unfair and relationships just aren’t going to work for the next 9 years or so. In the recent years, I have only ever felt truly excited once in the process of texting, and I just feel incredibly disinterested and cynical about the whole dating shebang because of the shitload of possible incompatibilities that come with dreams and being me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d love more than anything to get my own place and decorate it and clearly, if that is to ever happen in SG I need a partner. In the past week working with children and horses alike I have found the thought of having kids quite favourable as well. And hence I have decided that I will not settle for breadcrumbs when I want cake, and I will never make the mistake of giving my all if the other party doesn’t feel the same way.