I know I should be excited. I know that I have achieved a milestone and will take on a new adventure. I know that in a weeks time, my life is about to change. I thought taking a week off work will let me focus, relax and properly say my goodbyes. But so far, it has driven me even more crazy than before. Rather than being happy I'm worried sick. Worried about the Hong Kong temprature, my preparation, my lack of excitement, my scar that I gotten from surgery, my intentions and my confidence. This is the time I should be celebrating, but yet I've become a madman, cacooned inside a house and developing thoughts that end with bad conclusions.
I need to be occupied, to be kept busy so none of these thoughts creep into my head. I feel as if I should always be doing something productive, otherwise I'll be wasting my week. I don't know if living alone is such a good idea anymore...
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