Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.

Cliches are the annoying little bastards that always seem to be right, exactly when you don't want them to be. You marginalize them, you renounce them, and then all of the sudden it's true. No more fitting words can be said on their respective occasions and you begrudingly accept it.
For the majority of my life, location was been a rather tepid subject. No place really held sway over the other, they all seemed to present the same luxuries and pitfalls. I would have been perfectly happy existing anywhere with just about any group of people.
Not now. I'm afraid of leaving. London proves positively frightening. It stands for loneliness and hardship right now. Nothing about it seems easy.
I feel ugly in the bigger sense of the world, I feel unwelcome. I feel like I can't do it. Whatever "it" is. The paranoia and insecurity of this place is infectous and all I want is the ones I love and to recapture the shades of the past that have floated through today.