Sitting on the bullet train and putting on music to pass the time. I love listening to sad music on transit. Especially trains. It just hits a sweet little melancholic sadness I love so much. But darn my man, it hits different now. I don’t even crave listening to sad music anymore cause it doesn’t hit the same. I just want to listen to sappy love songs because I’m so in love. 

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I've finally arrived in Kyoto, and I am already loving it more than Tokyo. Perhaps it was what I was doing in Tokyo or where I was staying, but it was so overstimulating. Things are just more chill here. Less people, roomier, overall better vibe. I'm feeling near the end of the trip, like I really left Tokyo and won't be returning. My trip is at it's last leg, and I am unsure how I feel about it. A little like I'm ready to be home, but at the same time sad that I'll be returning to reality.

Reality is a bit grim for me right now, so have no idea how I'm feeling about it. Still scared. Still worried, the stress of it all is probably keeping me sick.

Nothing else to report today. Ending it off with, miss my man. Miss cuddles. xoxo