I feel lonely. I feel something slowly creeping back that hasn’t been around for a while now. I don’t like it and I want it to leave.
Even though its not good for me and I don’t want it, it makes me feel nostalgic. It feels familiar. Sometimes I feel messy. My thoughts are messy.
Lifes messy.
I needed this.
I wish Kwinton and I were neighbours. It makes so much sense for us to be. More sense than it would for us to be housemates. We would have double the amount of house for house-times and we’d be more excited to see each other everyday. So when I say, when I wake up early I wish Kwinton and I were neighbours, its because we could walk out onto our front decks into the friendly/unfriendly morning sunlight, with our mugs of coffee (matching, of course.), greet each other with a “this morning is too pleasant/unpleasant to talk yet” nod and then proceed to plan out our days adventures.
I want my bestfriend to move back to Brisbane. And I want him to be my neighbour.
I miss adventuring. I miss long talks with good friends that start at night and end in the morning, at places we’ve never been. I miss being real.
I feel different and I’m not sure what it is but I know it means things are going to change and I’m more than okay with that.
