ERIC & MR.FEENY APPRECIATION POST requested by anonymous
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ERIC & MR.FEENY APPRECIATION POST requested by anonymous
privacy PSA
On the precipice of adulthood and I still have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Send help. Seriously, send help. In about 8 or 9 months, I will have packed up 4 years of my life and be on a plane. My time studying abroad will be done and I’ll be returning home. So why the hell does that scary the crap out of me?
Looking back to 4 years ago, I wasn’t sure what I’d be getting myself into. I had a lot of mixed feelings: fear, excitement, doubt. But now as this chapter of my life ends, I find myself trying to cling onto to every moment and second here. I never thought Iloilo would ever feel like “home” to me. But a lot has changed in the past 4 years. Everything changed whether I liked/realized it.
I’m 22 year old who should be ready to face the world and thrive. But instead I’m a 22 year old who almost hates to go places alone, avoids human contact as much as possible and still doesn’t know how to add/subtract quickly. I am by no means ready for the “real” world. I will no longer be able to scribble in “student” in the occupation space, but I need to write in something different. I’ll have real responsibilities other than washing the dogs and doing the laundry.
Not to say that I haven’t grown up at all from living away from my parents/living alone, but I’m terrified of the expanding and what seems to be never ending list of responsibilities that I now face.
Anyone else scared shitless?
Living alone is great until you get lonely
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
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This is the bed where we fell in love. (Some may say it was New York, but that was messy and made me sad for too long.)
This is where we slept before we slept together. This is where we made music and art before we made love. This is where girls and guys could be just friends. This is where we ate fast food and watched horror movies (even though I hated that.) This is where we kissed when we shouldn’t have. This is where I held you at two AM, when you sobbed and begged me not to leave. This is where I sobbed, too, and told you I had to, but I wasn’t really going anywhere. This is where we talked until the sun came up. This is where I drew branches on your arm. This is where I ran to at 6 AM when I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. This is where we tried to not let this happen. (That lasted a total of eight hours.) This is where I called “home” when home became an idea and not a place. This is where we took obnoxious pictures and sent them to everyone in our phone contacts. (This is why everyone hates us, probably.) This is where I told you I was (20%) sure this wasn’t what it was before. This is where I was sad about her and you rolled over at me until I started crying because you don’t know how to be mad at me. This is where we stared into each other’s eyes for at least an hour and didn’t say a word. (It was the most comforting feeling I can recall.) This is where you told me you were (85%) in love with me. (You later told me it was 100%, but I started the percentages, I guess.) This is where we decided we were in love with each other. This is where you loved me for the first time. This is where you loved me a lot more times. This is where we started hi-fiving after because we’re best friends first. This is where you read me your favorite books. This is where we slept, with the sheet that didn’t always fit, then the fuzzy sheet, and sometimes no sheet at all. This is where I decided that I don’t care if “they saw this coming three years ago” because we didn’t see it coming three years ago and we don’t owe anyone a fucking explanation. This is where I think I really saw you for the first time. This is where I decided I never wanted to be without you. This is where you told me I never had to. This is where I fell in love with my best friend.
This is not where we will continue to love. My bed in Philadelphia is now our bed in Philadelphia. We will fall asleep/wake up in a bed that is not this one, but I will continue to love you just as much.
I promise.
That is beautiful. But of course you know that already.
Literally crying