I've been saying this over and over again these past few days that It's like a mantra

"I'm tired of this life."

I miss my travelling life. I miss this happy feeling, walking around freely with my bud in a breezy early morning in Singapore. I miss those feelings where I have nothing to worry about. I miss those feelings when I don't have a care in the world other than "where should we go next?"

I miss you.