Closer

It's the end of April.

I'm starting to notice that my thoughts here often start with time. If you're looking for a dramatic back story, sorry to disappoint, I have none. All I can tell you when it comes to time, I am very rigid.

Proud. Not proud. Couldn't careless.

I've been too busy. Too busy to even breathe. And it irks me because I need more time.

I'd like to rewrite my entries during the trip to Hatyai. But Time wouldn't allow me.

My writings are usually monotonous. I know. I'm not sorry.

If only I have more time.