I'm only in New Zealand for less than four weeks.

I'm scared.

What am I gonna do?

Why did I choose to leave the country, again?

Please, remind me.

Because right now, I'm thinking it could've been a mistake.

But that's natural.

Isn't it?

Please, tell me it's natural.

I'm freaking out.

I know what Alisha means now.

Safe.

It's safe here.

I'm safe.

Nothing is wrong.

Everything is chill.

Why am I risking it?

For a chance for it to be better?

Better than this?

What's the point?

What's wrong with this?

A lot.

Yes.

A lot.

But nothing dire.

And why am I burning bridges?

I guess it doesn't matter.

I'm never coming back.

Four more weeks of this life.

And then everything is totally new.

I'm scared.