Journal.

This is what u'll get if you don't treat him right. 

Cameras.

I love these. I couldn't resist. 

London Hates You.

Smoke I.

Smoke.

I'm fine.

Day 737.

Like.

I like looking back at this shoot. It makes me smile. During this period of time, I took photograph's that I actually liked. I don't know what happened.

So far, so...

It's only the 6th of January, and I already feel like I've learnt so many things about myself. To be completely honest, I don't like myself anymore and I can't imagine how anyone else can like my personality. I always thought that I'm a little tough cookie but damn it, I guess I'm just a big softy after all. I always thought that I'm organized and bla bla bla, but I can't even figure myself out. Am I hurting the one I love? Anyway, I hate goodbyes, I'm shit at that. No matter how many times in my life I will say goodbye, I cry like a baby all the fucking time. I need more people like you in my life. I wish I was tough and strong as you are. You left your shoes - It means that you will come back soon (and I know why you left them, but any excuse for me is good enough!)

PS - This is where you left me. In my guinness slippers.