So I'm back....

to being the crazy insomnia-driven writer. I've missed the keys. Missed being drained by putting so much of myself into something. Missed the art of it all.

I might stay. I'm having a whirlwind of a time. And things just keep getting stranger. Sorry I am so cryptic. It's habitual. An innate mechanism, I swear. I promise to be loyal and write this time. Maybe even put some photos up.

London is great and I don't ever want to leave. If only money grew on trees.

And to my dear friends, thanks for keeping in touch xx

Oh wait...

I won't apologize for my bitterness.