kristoph

so i'm back.
yes i am.
and i don't want to be.

NY was amazing. everything you think it's gonna be. and it was fucking hot and i saw bums and crazy folk with shopping carts and all the landmarks and CBGB's and i walked so hard i busted my leg and once again i felt more at home in the states than i do here.

the only things i'd change are the memories that being back in that country brought. i thought i saw her. which is impossible. but fuck me if it seems this season's most popular perfume is the one she used to wear. the one no one but her had heard of.

and right now i'm so fucking...low
which is the shittiest end to one of the greatest trips of my life.

now.
back to reality.

x