I feel beat up and all hurting, I’m sore in every way. I feel disconnected, like an alien who is not understood, nevermind even heard, not Respected, not cherished nor appreciated. Rather more like an extra wheel in the way, every day since a long time…. I’ve been kicked in the gut, but instead of falling off, I got literally stuck.

I want to be healthy, sleep in clean air as normally. I want to be TV free. It was so nice all those years without it. I want to be home in my sunny paradise-garden island’s stunning nature, with the sea air, blue skies. …without the monumental linear of contrete jungle, shielding out the sun rays most of each amd every day.

It may sound stupid, but the feeling is a clear one. Ibiza feeds my spirit and connects me with my soul. I fell in love with the place, again and again so often when I looked around. And now I’m not feeling well at all, while I am helpless but know that environment is everything.

I’ve never felt homesickness to any place, before this one. But I don’t have family there, or anywhere anymore. I don’t even have, at least not to my awareness, any best friend there, not even any world family. So it appears out of reach.

Yeah eventually, trusting blindly in the love with a man, I volunteerly put my beloved ibiza business project on pause, and eventually even left my home, my paradise island, dusting up my own sensible reasons, for it to be the best choice at the time. But now, quite a few times already, I’ve found myself dressing it up in the dress of big mistake, even though my wisdom knows that’s BS, but it hurts. I guess I really just wanna go and be home there where I feel home.

FCK OUT MONEY IS A STUPID SET UP, without it you’re just stuck, it only serves the rich and keeps the rest(90% of us) enslaved to it.