holy shit, I’m just so tired of sitting around missing the people I love. nobody told me college was a whole lot of emptiness. every weekday or weekend that I don’t see all my best friends is just another day I wait around, wishing I could rip my heart out until I can see everyone again, so then I can put it back in my chest. avoid the pain while it’s there, feel the love when it arrives from D.C., Portland, Santa Cruz, Los Angeles and Fullerton. there’s literally little to no worthwhile interaction in this suburb without them.
it’s a blessing and a curse to meet the best people in your life before you’re all scattered across the world.