Aussie Day

Confession #37: I feel lonely without you here.

“I mean, if life's so hard already, why do we bring more trouble down on ourselves? What's up with the need to hit the self-destruct button?

...Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know, maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.”

Starry, infinite skies make me insignificant. – hirokee

Today is a happy day. Today is a pretty day. Today is the say we celebrate being Aussie. And it just so happens to be stinking hot. How Australian.

I am one of those people that love Australia Day, I have Aussie board shorts, I bought some Aussie flag fake nails, and Aussie tattoos. I wear either green and gold or red and blue. Every year. Down to the red lip gloss.

A few years ago my family went into the city to watch the fireworks, last year we were driving home from holidays. So we bought some Aussie flags for the car. It feels good to be Aussie.

Ok, well, I'm gonna go and do something more productive now.
Wish you were here.