was pulling me into bipolar direction but I had to keep myself together. On one end, I was broke, depressed and lost. On the other, "I'm in London!". My days are usually filled with socialising, job hunting and cultural education at the hostel or out with some people, followed by drinking and sometimes clubbing at night. I made some other friends while out clubbing and they became my club buddies. I hung out a lot in Soho as it's very gay and very accessible. I can still find my way back no matter how smashed I was. Having worried about money and going out clubbing isn't the easiest imbalance to handle.
But heck, that could be the last time I live in London, so why not have fun as well?
Under the social, happy and "I love beer" face is an insecure, jobless and "I don't know where I'm heading" soul. Only I knew.
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