It's cold here. And dark. I didn't think it would be like this. In my mind it was warm, dusk and full of life.
I didn't know Bangkok could be lonely. I didn't know you could take a wrong turn and end up alone. The mental picture was all neon and people. But now it's dark, I'm alone and fighting the same demons I thought I left behind in Toronto.
It wasn't always like this. It wasn't always this way. But what was was when and what's now is almost too heavy to carry.
Damn. I thought Bangkok would be different. I thought Bangkok would be better. I thought Bangkok would save me. Nothing is different here, nothing is better. I'm still filled with useless self loathing. I'm still not worth saving.
Bangkok.
