Dan Can't Decide

i'm sitting in front of my parents' computer, in north london, feeling pretty shit. it is 8.42 on thursday morning, and i have been up for about 4 and a half hours. i don't have the energy to write a whole new post now, but i shall type up the journal entry that i wrote at hong kong airport.

( i have the words 'i still call australia...' stuck on a loop in my head. )