Oke. So last night one of my friends asked me if I wanted to join her to travel through Thailand for a month in the summer. I was looking myself for things to do in the summer. I donÂ´t want to stay here, thats for sure. I thought maybe visit some family in Greece, but thats, just the same as always.
I would love to travel to Thailand actually. I would love to go to Australia and New zealand too, but that would be a different trip. Ive been talking about travelling and adventures my entire life, but since five years I guess (since the weed) I never really thought about it anymore.
What bothers me though, if I say I want to come and we start planning the trip. I can not kill myself for at least 5 months. Because I wouldnt want her planning the trip and getting excited and stuff and then she cant go because I had to kill myself per se, sigh. It just kind of bugs me, the thought that you canÂ´t do it.
I think it would be good for me though. Maybe this is something I need to get me out of this misery IÂ´m in.