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gamini, Hand portrait (2016)
by the deactivated gamini
did you know that you're not crazy for missing someone who treated you badly? if you were in a friendship or relationship for a long time, it's perfectly normal to miss something that in routine and familiarity was comfortable.
you're not a bad person.
you're not crazy.
there's nothing wrong with you.
what you're feeling is normal.
the important part is that you keep moving forward (or rest where you are, either is a good option)
but you aren't crazy.
you aren't.
it's normal to miss something that was familiar.
Actually, no, I don't think that friendships dropping like flies in your late 20s and early 30s because no one has time for that between overwork and family obligations and marriage and kids and partners and the ritual of the time slayer is normal and ok. No I don't think deep conversations and spontaneous adventures being replaced with a tired coffee every six months is a normal part of growing up. I don't think that emotional intimacy and soul bonds disintegrating in the face of practical inconvenience is a fact of life. I think that means something is deeply deeply wrong with our society and I will never forgive it for the friends I've lost
My head knows the logic, but my stupid heart refuses to believe it.
to the friends i've lost along the way.
matthias, tyler, i wish we could still know each other. i wish you hadn't had to leave. i wish i weren't still haunted by you
sometimes i grieve all my lost friendships and then i think about the unreplied letters in summer, about the way they would ignore my words, laugh at me for every little mistake i did. not respecting my opinions, putting down my interests. talking behind my back. and the most ironic thing is that i do miss them. i still love the memory of them and i probably always will. i will watch them from a distance and be jealous of everyone who makes them smile. i will dream about us being friends again and live through that summer another time. yet, they pretend not to know me. they never ask how i have been and they probably never will.
but somewhere deep within me, there is still the summer two years ago when we still called ourselves best friends and we spent most of our days by the pool. and they cannot take the joy of feeling the water gently splash my skin and hearing their laughter from me.