
I never thought a jet-setting lifestyle would reduce me to tears, but it did. Sometimes I wish I could just call it quits, but it's not like any other way would make me any happier. I thought I've grown, only to realize that I've grown into someone that I don't want to become. I want to be something else, yet I don't exactly know how to get there. I hate the fact that I cry, but my tear ducts have a mind of their own that I have no control over. I loathe saying goodbyes, just having said my hellos. I really should stop whining.
I'm falling, and whining, and falling.