I'm sitting at the bar in some town god only knows where in some other country just needing to get away from it all, at least just for a bit.

Being famous and in the eye of the media it gets tiring and being stopped on the street for a photo every fucking minute gets tiring as well.... not that i don't love my fans, i do! I just appreciate my private life and I get that my fans miss me. I've been on a break for two years now and I have made music I have, just not anything I want to release yet.

I've been doing this since I was 16 and now I just wanna relax and have a break. I've been travelling a lot this year, Italy, Tokyo, Berlin... I'm just trying to enjoy myself.

As i'm sitting on the bar stool at the bar, nursing a drink in my right hand i feel someone poke my shoulder and i can't help but roll my eyes, i hoped by picking a bar in some town that looked like a ghost town for all i know, i wouldn't have to deal with any fans.

here we fucking go again

I turn when i see you ''What is it?'' it comes out way harsher than i intended but i'm a little buzzed from the alcohol so i don't really care how i come off right now.

''Well are you gonna say something?'' I ask again when I've noticed that you still haven't spoken.