A cumulation of the smallest things can crack us when we least expect it. There's been a change of scenery; I'm not sure if I like it and have been nit-picking. Let's see what'll happen over the next month. I should just follow my gut the next time. Follow my gut and not try to rationalise things. Follow my gut and look out for just myself a little more. Follow my gut and not consciously make decisions that my gut tells me I will regret. 

When I return home, I'll probably look back at how easily the little factors crumbled me... and scoff. Such. Little. Things. My mind buay tahan. Sleep it off Christine. Tomorrow's a new day in London.