As you know travelling has been always part of me. Something that kinda kept me alive.

But with the events of late (considering one penninsula that DID almost literally save my life), I am kinda afraid to even think of venturing to places. I am afraid to fall in love with places again. Of course, this was bound to happen... when you fall in love with troubled people or places, you should be expecting you will "lose" them. It could be much worse, I guess.

But I doubt I'll be trotting around Maidan again... and if I even go back, it won't be the same place, eh. As for the Crimean pennisula... I don't even wanna think about it. So for now i will pointlessly torture myself with screensaver of photos I took... over there.

Right now I kinda don't feel like being pro-humanity, I feel believing in future and internationalism is stupid... all my ideologies seem to be imploding, right on me. And it IS kinda big deal for me, because it was whom I am.

Not sure what to do... this was one of my big fears. Seeing my favorite places on fire. Silly me for incorporating places my feet touched into my soul. But it worked for a while.

Not sure what do cling to now. I feel too young to become bitter and resentful and look forward to good old days.