feels odd to be home. a bit empty.
i guess everyone has their pain. i’m thankful for the three week holidays, for the fact that i haven’t had to be here for the last couple of weeks, and for the things I’m finding that can distract me.
jai geru deva om.
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i miss africa.
Would you leave this land that’s green where your home straddles the earth, leave the winds and the blessing of the bushland?
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I’m not really sure where or how things are actually going -
I haven’t been home for more than a few days in a while. That feels good. I can’t even begin to articulate how much contentment, and just how easy, and how whole it feels to be with a family who actually seem to care about me, don’t yell at me, who i can talk to, and to an extent, who understand me.
It’s going to be strange going back home tomorrow - while they holiday. Of course, I have to go home sometime. But, still. These are the first holidays in forever where i’m not travelling. So much wanderlust. Everything just seems a little bleak..
you’re a coward - i don’t know why i still miss you, but i do.
my mind is messed. everything is spinning, rightside out, wrongside out, upside down until I don’t know where I am, what I want or what i feel. Indulging in vice after vice, i seem to become more hedonistic by the day. i guess that’s a BPD thing..
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