I’m getting bored of my own indecisiveness. Every day I come up with a new idea and by the end of the day, I’ve talked myself out of it. Sarah did it the other day too and I laughed at her. Then I came up with a plan which could help us both out and we are already finding excuses not to do it.

At the back of my mind, I have always harboured the notion that something extraordinary will happen to me at the right time. So when faced with a decision, I am always concerned that I could be fucking with my own destiny. 

 So, back to square one…teach English abroad or do work experience here?

 Oh…and incidentally…he’s gone.