Finally I awake with a solid roof over my head, in a warm bed, in a nice room. The people around me seem calm and polite, and I just feel very contempt.
Dont' Put people on your precious pedistal, cause they'll fall so hard that they'll never walk again. You can trust people, but you have to keep them at a distance, just far enough for them not to stab you in the back.
I've cried twice in Australia, that's twice as much as I've cried back home for the last two years. It's just when things are too much, I feel so much all the time, wether it's good or bad, doesn't matter. I just love this life sometimes, and when it doesn't love me, it hurts like nothing else.
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