They call me E1.

It's not a tumor.

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One year

Timeline is set. Destination is not.

I don’t have enough of New Zealand’s damn points to go there. Australia? England? Somewhere in Scandanavia?

As long as it’s not here…too many memories, too much I’d like to put behind me. Once my debts are paid I’ll be free to go. It’ll be nice to get away from it all. I don’t feel like I’m running from my problems because I’ve faced them head-on for so long. I’m worn down, I’m tired. I’m broken.

Australia sounds good.