She Needed To Talk, She Needed To

I'm Trying To Make Some Sense Out Of The Phrase "everything Happens For A Reason," And I Think I've Figured Out What The Reason Is - To Pissed Me Off.

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.

There Is Absolutely Nothing Wrong With Returning To The House You Grew Up In Every Now And Again. It's Good For The Soul.

I Love It Here In Boston And I Love Studying Medicine. But It’s Not Home. Dublin Is Home. Being Back With You Felt Like Home. I Miss My Best Friend. I’ve Met Some Great Guys Here, But I Didn’t Grow Up With Any Of Them Playing Cops And Robbers In My Back Garden. I Don’t Feel Like They Are Real Friends. I Haven’t Kicked Them In The Shins, Stayed Up All Night On Santa Watch With Them, Hung From Trees Pretending To Be Monkeys, Played Hotel, Or Laughed My Heart Out As Their Stomachs Were Pumped. It’s Kind Of Hard To Beat That.

They Say A Story Loses Something With Each Telling.