Back from Bangkok. Currently very unhappy. Upset, even. I think I may actually be justified in expecting the worst, no matter what I do, no matter how badly I want to believe that the good will last. It's called a history because it's happened so many times that it's come to shape the present, and your present and future expectations. I can say it's okay but we both know that I'm lying, and that what I really want to say is that it's not okay and I don't bloody understand.
Thai food is fucking awesome. I haven't eaten as much as I did in those four days since I started actively losing weight, and hell I'm going to work off all the stuff I ate in Bangkok.
I would write more but I'm not in the mood for any further writing so, yeah.