dragged down memory lane

It's great to be back despite the sweltering heat and my constant need to shower and wash my face. I just read a story a friend wrote and while totally fictitious, it cut rather close to the quick.

I think I'm not yet ready to be back in SG so soon after all that crap. I constantly think about things I shouldn't think about, to the point I find myself beginning to tear up.

Once again, I'm a danger to myself if left alone.

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I miss Melbourne's weather. And I miss that clean slate, where I know walking around the city wouldn't evoke floods of forbidden memories and emotions.

I don't want to go back to Melbourne so soon, yet I can't wait to get out of Singapore. Too many painful reminders still.

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Melbourne sunset by St Kilda's beach:
walking into a water colour painting, and hoping i don't have to come back out to face the world