i’m not sure exactly when it was and i can’t say for sure what it was that caused it either, but there’s a 99% chance it was because it was 4am, i couldn’t sleep and i started thinking about my ex hahah
oh my gooood in so many ways! i swear it feels like i’ve gained ten years of life experience since february of 2015. since then, i’ve moved across the country twice, moved to a city in which i knew no one and to a student flat with thirteen others, all of whom were strangers, but two of whom are now two of my closest friends, two others of whom are really good friends and one other of whom is now my ex boyfriend, had my first proper relationship (with said ex boyfriend), had my heart completely shattered (by said ex boyfriend), started (and quit) higher education, started higher education again, gotten drunk and suffered for it probably about 250 times, gotten high and suffered for it probably about 150 times, explored a whole new part of my country (i hadn’t been much of the west at all before august of 2015 and by august of 2016, i’d seen all of it because of numerous roadtrips and fallen completely in love), lost a very close relative, and i’ve seen what i once considered to be an important and vital part of me, aka my home town, become somewhere i feel weird, restless and out of place. i don’t know, but my life as it was two years ago feels a lifetime away, i can’t even describe it; it’s not necessarily either good or bad, it just is what it is♥
