Serangoon still has my throat in its grip.

I spent the bulk of today in the place I spent a year trying to avoid and it had its full effects on me. I felt my demons rising like bile in my throat and threatening to feed themselves with my misery. And they did.

Soon the rage turned into quiet misery and simply resignation and I walked around trying to eat and finding a lack of appetite in the places that had promises for us, an us that I threw away.

I never want to go near this place again.