I am almost broke, but I am alive.
I am shaking, but still standing.
I am alone, but not lonely.
I am healthy.
I have crossed few countries in the last half year; I have stopped in various cities, I have walked my ups and more downs paths, I have been running away, just too finally come back to where I used to be. I have piles of stories, unlimited rants to throw, but still hard to figure out where I shall begin.
Welcome July, one of the hardest months of the year, when the month could make me recalling both grief of my lost love and at the same time, I am fully celebrated the days when my besties were born.