Stresses, and things

So stresses, and things.
Because there are days when you get in your car and drive down the driveway and there is water falling from your face and you don't know why.
Or maybe you do know why on some deep level but you can't reach that level because there's all this stuff in the way.
And you've been telling yourself for so long that you're happy, you've been happy for so long.
And exams aren't stressful, are they Ebony? And you enjoy them. And you can't wait for that moment of relief as you walk into the exam room and you can almost convince yourself that that moment can come a week early.

And I don't know if that's it, I don't know if that's the reason why I feel like this.
Once my exams are over will I still feel like this?
Or will I be happy again?
Is that what happy is? Is that what happy does?

I don't know what I'm doing, why am I up all night looking at stupid random crap on the internet and not caring about... things? What is so amazing about my neopets?

I'm procrastinating like my holidays have come early and then freaking out about my exams but then every time I go to study, I know all the things... So I feel like I don't have to study?

And I don't know. I feel weird and crappy and stressy and I do this to myself all the time.
I like stress, stress makes me work.
Until the point where I can't any more.
And I don't see the point coming.
And I think I can keep going on like this forever.
Living for the future instead of for now.
Is that what I'm doing?
Sometimes it feels like it.
Living for after exams, or after uni, or after... something.

And I promised myself I wouldn't do that anymore.
I promised I would live in the now.
But there's so many things in the now.
And all I want is hot chocolate and a warm bed and some freaking neopets.
IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?

I just want to be happy.

Wonderful

So there's this realisation that I had yesterday.
Glorious yesterday.
Waking up next to you
And going bowling with you
And eating a pretzel with you
That you almost let me finish

I had this realisation
That you let me be me
You are ok
With me having my own life
And my own interests
Distinct from yours.

You don't ask me to do things
Just because you like them
You don't make me watch your movies
Or listen to your music
Or play your games
You get excited when I ask to
But you never ask me to

And I think, that's very new and different for me
To not have be anything
Except me
And I love it
I love being able to be me
And letting you be you
And not judging each other for who we are

We are very different people
And we have very different interests
And you pretend to understand physics
And I pretend to understand computer... things
And everything is wonderful
And you are wonderful



Oh my gosh Ebony, stop writing about your fucking boyfriend, we get the picture.

Let's void some warranties, my love

the worth of anything

I don't want to be the person that bugs you to talk to me anymore, that saves our conversation from peril. You aren't that important. I would rather play with my neopets.

And I've realised that maybe I made the wrong decision with you and I should have given you more of a chance. I just can't do this forever. At some point, enough is enough.

I'm sorry for getting angry at you but I'm more that you didn't care. You never care. You get pissed off, but you don't care. For once in your goddamn life, give a fuck about someone else.

"Don't be humble. You're not important enough."
I like that. I like it a lot.

And I don't know if you're modest or crazy. Maybe I just want to be you...

So you say "it's a date" and he says "no it's not it's an appointment"...

Maybe all our loneliness is just an illusion
And I could say the same about our happiness...

Sometimes life does something utterly amazing like give you a book or introduce you to someone and it's like the planets have alligned for you.
But I do take this as an indicator of what should be.
An extension on an assignment doesn't mean you leave it to the last minute...
A conversation with a friend doesn't mean you stop living your own life.

How can I be there for you when I'm so busy being there for myself?

How can anything be worth anything if it lasts forever?

Social Butterfly

So I was discussing life and the deeper parts of the universe with someone the other day (as you do) and it came up that I consider myself anti-social.

You may process that for a moment.

You see, when I am with other people, I am friendly and I am outgoing and I make an effort to meet people, talk to people, help people. I make an effort to be present.
But when people aren't there in person, I make no effort whatsoever.
I see my high school friends at birthdays if I'm lucky.
I never see my uni friends except for uni.
Hell, I barely see my dad.
Even the people I have classes with now, I don't talk to them except about uni work.

I don't talk to people.
I don't like people.
I am antisocial.

Such a weird realisation, isn't it?

I mean, I'm the person who gets excited when plans get cancelled.
And I thought that that was laziness.
But it's not.
I just don't like people.
I don't like hanging out with people.

I think, I like practical things too much.
I like discussing uni work with people.
I like teaching people.
I like discussing my thoughts on society with the Australian Nerdfighter group.
I don't like actually maintaining relationships.
So much effort.

Have a good day,

Complexities

"Let me submit to you that this is the actual definition of a good life. You want to be the kind of person who other people—people who may not even born yet—will think about in their own silences years from now at their own commencements... We may be taught that the people to admire and emulate are actors and musicians and sports heroes and professionally famous people, but when we look at the people who have helped us, the people who actually change actual lives, relatively few of them are publicly celebrated. We do not think of the money they had, but of their generosity. We do not think of how beautiful or powerful they were, but how willing they were to sacrifice for us—so willing, at times, that we might not have even noticed that they were making sacrifices."
John Green, Commencement Address at Butler University, 2013

A billion universes just wanting to be left alone

I'm glad you feel comfortable enough with our friendship to joke that we were on a date. I'm just not sure if I feel that comfortable yet. Maybe I am distancing myself from you because I don't want you to get the wrong idea? A year ago I would have been willing to go along with all of it, but things have changed since then. People have changed since then.
I like that you think I'm an essential part of your life, and that you should take me with you everywhere; you should. I like to think that I could be the voice inside your head. What is it like in your head?

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What is it like to be in any head besides my own? The realisation that other people have lives as vivid and complex and important as my own is one which it has taken a while to make. Perhaps it is a slow realisation for everyone because it is not how humans think, or how they should thinnk. The sense of self is an extremely important part of our species' evolution as it has taught us to prioritise our own lives and feelings and needs ahead of those of others, making the stronger of us dominant. Whilst this is an ideal condition, there is something to be said for empathy.
Which I suppose is the largest conflict in my head at the moment; the entire purpose of life, in a round-about sort of way. Do we want to better society or better understand society? Do we want to give a man a fish or teach him to fish? Do we want to catch a single fish by accident, or learn the art of fishing?
Or.. do we just want to eat meat?

Maybe my life would be easier if I didn't think it was all such a huge fucking metaphor.

Thank you and goodnight.

In the Park

So, Anzac Day has always been this crazily important day for me, and it's getting moreso as the years go by. Initially it was just the anzac march thing, and then the anzac biscuit thing and then the footy and now all the little traditions we have, down to the tiny details that seem incredibly insignificant.

And I love that. I love all the crazily excessive stuff we do, I love that the traditions have built when my family has been falling apart and I love that Anzac day is such a special thing for me. As I tend to put it, it's as close to a religious holiday as I get.

This year, again, it was a beautiful day of happiness and sadness and shock and pride and all the feels. I never want to stop feeling what I feel and how I feel it. I never want to stop being the girl who cries at uni as she reads a book about the most beautiful book ever written. Oh to feel this utter joy.

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Which brings us to the nerdfighter gathering today (a transition you can't see because you don't understand the significance of failing families and religious contexts to nerdfighteria, and you don't have to[fuck off google chrome, nerdfighter is a word! It's a thing, ok?]). The gathering was sunshine and music and chatting and costumes and bear hugs with people I've never met. It was holding hands as we put money in the collection bucket and laying on the grass together. It was feeling at home and comfortable with people that most would consider total strangers to me. It was evaluating the importance of music to society and discussing hsc subjects and nerdfighter like and everything that is good. It was seeing people I haven't seen since primary and making tentative plans with people from other countries who'd better keep their asses in Sydney long enough to have coffee with me. It was being on someone's list. It was lying on the ground to see someone's face to check if they were ok, even though we've never met.

The nerdfighter gathering was everything I love about the world and everything I love about Sydney. It was everything I love about science and everything I love about education. It was explaining the concept of triple integrals and discussing different forms of intelligence. It was a reminder of what it is to have privilege and to want to eradicate privilege from the world. It was having best friends whilst being completely alone.

I hope that over time I attend many more of these beautiful gatherings and meet many more wonderful people and nerdfighter noobs. I hope I never forget to be awesome.

Goodnight my sweets.

Reasons I love you

I don't love you for the butterflies in my stomach, or the flutter of my heart when you whisper in my ear. It's not the stretch of your shirt as you reach for the top shelf or the way the light hits your eyes on the bus to uni. It's not the smile on my face when I see the message is from you, or the inside jokes we have. It's not for the way you cuddle me between games in CoD or the way you shoot people trying to kill me, even though you know I'll tell you off for taking my kill. It's not because you cook me dinner when I go over after work, and serve it in one big bowl with two forks. It's not because we have identical taste in jewellery, or because you watch home shows with me and my mum. It's not because, after all this time, you feel what I've been feeling and you want a stronger commitment. I don't love you for the happy tears you make me cry, the overwhelming, I-have-never-known-joy-like-this-before tears. It's not because we're both addicted to the same colour at the same time, or because we're always thinking the same thing. It's not because you always know when I'm upset and you wipe the tears from my eyes before I know they're there. It's not when you buy the t-shirt I pick out and I buy the jacket you pick out.

It's because, when I get sad, really sad, depressed about my life direction and my place in the world, unmotivated to wake up in the morning, when I want to give up on everything, I talk to you. And I love being me, all over again. Because you give me purpose, and direction, and get me excited about my life. Because when my world is falling apart, and I feel like I can't take it anymore, I feel my pocket vibrate, and you remind me that you're thinking of me.

I love you in an over-the-top, unfathomable way.
I love you in a way that I can't figure out how to put into words.
I love you like a bee loves honey. Without the regurgitation part. With the shelter and the well-being and the co-dependence part.
I love you.


I have to stop writing now and go and study for midsems, oh life is so hard. ;)

Terms and conditions

1. We will be honest about everything, we will tell each other everything.
2. When things become difficult, we will work through them, we will not give up easily, we will talk about everything.
3. If we feel ourselves drifting apart, we will tell each other, and we will try to figure out a way to change it.
4. If we develop little crushes on other people, we'll tell each other. But we won't make them into a big deal.
5. If we fall out of love, we will tell each other.
6. We are not expecting a forever, or even the rest of our lives. For now is good. For now is right.
7. We will support each other through everything, through all the stresses in life, from uni to work to crazy families.
8. When things about you start to annoy me or vice versa, we will tell each other.

I love you.

Just close your eyes

Don't say it doesn't hurt when it does.
For, everyone who came before you let it hurt.
Everyone is allowed a bad day.
A bad week.
A bad life.
Let it hurt.
It's allowed to hurt.
Let yourself be angry.
Let yourself scream in pain.
Even the happiest people have sad days.

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Hey, there's not a cloud in sight
It's as blue as your blue goodbye
And I thought that it would rain
The day you went away...

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You do not want me to be hurt.
And I do not want to be hurt.
But you feel a phantom pain.
I am ok.
And you being hurt for me hurts me.
And... I think... you know that.
You know that you are hurting me above all.
And yet you persist.
I cannot fathom why...

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Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith

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You have to let the world keep spinning.
And you say "But what is the point?
With every spin comes another birth, another death, another heartache.
Every spin brings another moment of pain, loss of trust, another parent burying a child.

And maybe we don't know the point.
But every other birth is just as deserving as our own.
Every heartache is as deserving as the first one we ever felt.
Every moment of pain is allowed as much as our lowest point.

So we don't stop the world, we let it spin.

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Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you.

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Sometimes when I'm walking around by myself I think about you and I cry.
I can't even remember the things I miss about you.
I love you more than I ever told you.
More than I ever knew.
I love you so much it tears me apart that I can't have you.
I love you like photosynthesis loves light energy.
And I don't know how to continue to be without you.

I wanted to tell him that night that I couldn't remember properly,
but I didn't.
I thought it would hurt him.
I realise now that it wouldn't.
He's amazing.
And I'm the weirdo who cries in the middle of the street.
If I could just have you back.
Just for one day...
I miss your smile and your laugh and the way you said my name.
If I could have one more hug...

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I waited too long
To tell you how much it matters
Just to be right here with you
But I couldn't think of anything better
I should have told you so

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When I was so upset that you were never happy, I never realised how happy I was.
Now you're ecstatic with joy and fucking hell I miss you.
Because when you were sad, you came to me for cheering up.
And now you never come to me.
And I don't have time for you.
And I just want to curl up next to you and go back to how things used to be.
When you were sad.
And I wasn't such a selfish bitch.

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Time is never spare

Just quickly blogging because I have a little bit of spare time before bed.
I'm pretty excited for easter this year, I've bought both my presents awesome chocolate, and having been sharing eggs with everyone at uni. It feels good. :-)
I also love the idea of a few days off to uni to breathe and get ahead and study for exams that are on as soon as we get back.
I'm kind of a bit over people lately... Some people are so pretentious or mean or hypocritical and I don't want to point it out but I don't want to deal with their crap either. I mean, the bullshit isn't as bad at uni as it was it school, but it's still bullshit. I kind of just want to get out of uni, get a job, and get on with my life.
And speaking of getting on with my life, I want to get on with it with you. Two years on and I still get butterflies when you cuddle up to my neck on the way home. The light hitting your eyes still makes my heart skip a beat, and sometimes you look so beautiful I can't help but kiss you. I joke that if I help you with uni, you owe me your career and have to buy me a puppy, but I truly hope that you stay with me long enough to buy a house and a dog and do all the things we dream of doing.
Good night! Happy easter! Go and stuff your faces with chocolate

Funny...

It's funny how things happen...
One minute you're cuddling on the lounge watching NCIS:LA and the next you're addicted to pokemon blue. Addicted in that sad, terrible way that makes you not want to leave the house, or get out of bed, or shower. The way that makes you hate everyone around you for interrupting your training, the way that makes you long for the holidays to never be over. That makes you lose concentration when driving because your boyfriend has his tablet out and you're interested in his battles.
But I still don't know...
If it's the way that makes you hate everyone around you. Because I do. And I don't know why. For a girl who used to feel so much love, I now feel so much hate, so much anger. And I joke that I only have two friends. But I feel that that is true. The friend who you call when you have a car crash, crying to. And the friend that is there next to you, holding you, drying your eyes. Trying not to be mad.

I mean, sure, there are other people in my life. the people I text as we weave our way through peak hour traffic on Pennant Hills road.The people I get excited to see at parties, and the people I DNM about life boys with. But, as mum puts it, I don't have friends I see every few weeks.Which is apparently the normal length of time to go without seeing "friends". And here I thought it was twelve months...

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But, I'm happy. I'm happy with the two friends I do have, and I'm happy with hating everyone else instead of hating myself. I'm happy with my life, and how things are going with it... I'm happy with where my life is going.
I've also started reading again these holidays, which is lovely, and I miss it.
So goodbye, for now. I will go and be happy.

The future

"Oh I'll have to give you my number
I don't know if the stars will be this kind to me again"
And so you think it is the fate of the stars that brings you luck
I must tell you, that the fate is not within your stars, but in yourself
That you are every kindness you feel for the stars
That your every comforting word is the word of an angel.
And so we speak of our existential now
And who we are as a whole, not individuals
Isn't life funny? The way things go...
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And I quietly beg you not to let me fade into the background of your life. I don't want to be the girl you met that time that you never saw again.
I'm not sure we can be friends how we used to be, things are different now. But I'd like to see you every now and then...
I'll miss telling you how silly you are.
I don't even know if I had a crush on you...
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And on that day
The rain smelt of vegemite and twisties
And the way I used to kiss you
Like nothing else mattered
In my whole world
Because I had you and
You had me
And that's all we needed.
And the rain stops and I come back to reality, flirting with the idea of beig your friend.
But I don't have friends.
I don't even know what they are.
But my third best friend is an author that doesn't even know I exist.
What an affliction...
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A withered past and a blurry future
My heart's on an auction, it goes out to the highest bid...

Day thirty-two

Woke up, went to breakfast, got ready and hit the shops. Venetians have completely amazing masks and we spent hours looking at them. They also have really special glass that they sculpt amazingly into heaps of shapes so we looked at those too. We made our way up to the Rialto bridge and looked down the grand canal and then found a nice spot on the water to eat lunch.

After lunch we walked back to our hotel, stopping to buy a few gifts on the way. We chilled out/slept/facebooked/looked for cars online for a few hours before going out to have a gondola ride. Our driver was the coolest thing ever, he told us all about the canals, and whistled/sang the whole time. He even posed for our stupid photos.

After the ride we went to find somewhere to eat dinner and bought a few more things before going back to our hotel. Looked at a few more cars, made a pro con list, and went to bed.

Day thirty-one

A quickie because I’m behind schedule. Woke up, packed, checked out. Went to the same breakfast place as yesterday. I ate a nutella crepe (I know, it’s very bad of me, I took lacteeze and panadol though.) We walked to a Pandora store and bought mum an Eiffel Tower charm, then walked back to the beach and sat under a shade cloth with cocktails again.
After pampering ourselves, we went back to get our luggage, and caught a cab to the airport so we could finally leave for Venice. The only food at the airport contained gluten, so yeah, I ate it again, and yeah, I took panadol, and yeah, I know that’s not a miracle cure. We also bought chocolate to eat on the plane, don’t judge me. But I ended up sleeping on the plane, I don’t even remember it really, so now we just have chocolate.
Once at Venice, it was a mission getting to the hotel, eventually got a (really expensive) water taxi. But we got here, and we checked in, and the guy asked for our passports and asked where our last name came from and decided to speak to us in Spanish because it’s so much easier for him. I thought we would avoid the whole Spanish thing once we left Spain but apparently not! But we understood everything he said anyway, because he didn’t really use big words, so it’s all good :)
We went for a bit of a wander before finding a place to eat, the streets here aren’t actually big enough for cars and it’s kind of trippy that every street is tiny and also that there aren’t main roads, just main canals. Plus, there’s no place where you really feel the size of Venice, because there’s no general place of congregation of tourists, just lots of little side streets.
Anyway, Nikki and I went “back to the hotel” and dad got coffee and Eli and Montxo skyped us and we stumbled through a conversation with them, even though the sound was low quality and we were speaking Spanglish. After skyping, we went to sleep. A good sleep.

Day thirty

Woke up pretty late (becoming habit) and went in search of breakfast. Found a nice café that did omelettes and crepes and the world’s best French fries. After that, we went to the beach and tanned and stayed there for hours and hours sipping cocktails and chilling in the sun and occasionally dipping in the water. We also met some Aussies and shared travel experiences from different cities.

After that, we went back and spent hours getting ready to go out to the casino at Monte-Carlo. We walked to the train station in high heels (Nikki complained) and caught the train to another freaking country, and had amazing views of the Mediterranean Sea. We got out and walked along the beach looking at multi-million dollar boats, and eventually walked up to the casino.

It was very beautiful and we took photos and then went and had dinner just outside, and bought some souvenirs. After dinner, we went inside and had cocktails in a room with a mosaic ceiling, surrounded by sculpted angels “holding” massive chandeliers. Oh, and everything was painted in gold. It was incredible. Even the bar was made out of a massive mosaic.

After our glorious drinks, we went out to play the poker machines and we spent about an hour on $20 so we felt like we were doing well. Then dad wanted to play roulette and he lost $30 in 5 seconds. Legend.
We caught a taxi "back to the hotel" so we wouldn’t have to do much walking and it cost 90 euros which is crazy expensive but you know, it was a Mercedes, so that was nice. When we got "back to the hotel", we crashed, knowing we had to be up the next day for checkout.

Day twenty-nine

Woke up reasonably early, had a shower, had a nice breakfast and packed up all our crap. Suitcase is unfortunately getting heavier (too many souvenirs. Jokes, I just bought a jacket) and the weight will begin to be an issue in around Vennice. Woo hoo.

We left our suitcases at reception and went in search of starbucks. Which we found! It made me so happy to have my mocha blanc frappuccino for the first time in weeks. Then we went on an almighty walk to the beach which was completely crowded, partially with topless women which is always interesting… We sat on the beach and a drink and admired the waves and realised that Sydney is better… And then we walked all the way back home. Along the way we stopped at the Sports Bar we had dinner at a couple of nights ago and had BBQ ribs and paella again, last meal in Spain. We also watched the end of the Tour de France which was anticlimactic…

We went back to our hotel, got our luggage, and caught a taxi to the airport, where we chilled out for hours doing stuff all before our plane decided to leave 25minutes late but I fully got to see the sunset over the horizon so that was gorgeous.

Eventually, we arrived in Nice and oh my gosh it is so beautiful. Everything is luxurious and big and beachy and we’re right next door to two casinos. (Plus, when we got the airport, there was a guy there with our name on a sign so now we’re those people and I can cross that off my bucket list.) But everyone speaks French and I was just getting used to Spanish and Catalan :(

Anyway, we had a quick meals at maccas and then looked at the beach for a second (it has rocks instead of sand, weird) before walking home and going to bed. Glorious bed.

Day twenty-eight

Woke up late because we slept late (I didn’t mention the 1am maccas run for coffee, but it happened). Went out in search of juice for a breakfast/snack and a burger king for lunch (to make dad happy).

After that, we took a cab to the Sacred Family, a church that started construction a hundred years ago and still isn’t finished. It was pretty and all, but it looked very obviously to have been constructed in different time periods and many years apart. Parts showed signs of wear whereas others looked brand new, and it just didn’t really work. But good job Barcelona, I’m sure you tried hard.

We went and looked at some markets just outside the Sacred Family and I dropped a glass ornament, so now I have one that looks how it’s meant to, and one that has been dropped on the concrete outside the Sacred Family so it’s like an extra special souvenir, rather than a piece of crap… Or that’s what I tell myself anyway.

We had a coffee outside the church and then caught the metro to another part of Barcelona that dad wanted to check out. There was a beautiful art gallery but no one was bothered to walk up the stairs and thankfully we found an escalator. Once at the top, we just kind of walked around the gallery and looked at the view, because no one wanted to go in. After that we walked around everywhere and eventually found our way back to the hotel.

We chilled for a few hours (dad slept) and then we went out looking for dinner. We weren’t very hungry so we just found a place that sold tapas and had a few before hitting maccas for sundaes and cappuccinos. After walking around a little more, we came back home.

Should sleep now because we have to be up, packed, and out by midday tomorrow which sounds late, but in Spain, nothing is late.

Day twenty-seven

Woke up shit early and had a shower. Then Nikki fell down on the bathroom floor because she’s so sick so dad looked after her and I packed her bags. And my own. And then we left to go to the train station, where half our family showed up to say goodbye. Eventually, we got on the train and trekked four hours to Barcelona.
Once here, we went around looking in shops for a few hours, didn’t really have much to do, and found an awesome fresh food market for lunch. We looked at around four million souvenir shops and most of us ended up buying something so it was allworth it in the end. We also walked past a guy who was painting really intricate pictures with spray paint, which is an extraordinary and fascinating concept. After we stood there for less than ten minutes and watched him paint a complete picture, I felt like I had to buy it. And I’m glad I did, it’s beautiful (even if I can see where he stuffed it up).
After that we found the place we decided to have dinner at but no one was hungry because it was only around 7 and we’re used to Spain time now so we went back to the hotel and I facebooked and studied (12 hours of lectures in a week, uni has been back for a week. Holy shit) until I decided it was time for a study break/dinner. So we went back to the Sports Bar for dinner and the menus were in English and Catalan but not Spanish which we all found surprising and a little awkward considering we always order in Spanish and we had nothing to read when we ordered…
But the food was delicious and I stole dad’s ribs and he stole my paella and we all went home happy and I studied a crap tonne more and now I think it’s bedtime. Goodnight sunshines.

PS: These are getting shorter because I’m lazier/have less time now that uni’s back. You’re welcome ;)

Human beings considered collectively

Happy birthday Lito, it was wonderful meeting all your friends and family. Particularly Nene, who looks and acts so much like you it’s scary, was it hard to leave that all behind? The family you could rely on to always be there for you and help you through life. Was it hard to go out on your own and make a new life with no one there for you? I’m sure that what you did was best for your family and they’re so grateful, I’m so grateful, I wish you could see…

1. You tell everyone like it’s some colossal joke and maybe it was funny to start with but it’s not anymore, I don’t know what else to do, what else to be…
2. I’m sorry for getting too close to you and freaking you out and making you hate me. I do this practically everyday. It gets monotonous, even boring, but never stops hurting (like heartbreak).
3. I’m sorry for being too distant from you and freaking you out and making you hate me. I don’t know how to be close to you because I want you to be happy and everytime I fail to make you happy I hate myself so it’s easier to just not talk to you. Because I am a coward. And I’m sorry for that.
4. I’m sorry for never finding the time for you but I’m so busy and it’s not as easy as you think. I know I’m a constant disappointment to you and I have been all my life and nothing I ever do will change that.
5. You annoy me so much and I know you can tell but I annoy you too so everything works out in the end. Why can't all my relationships be as simple as you? Thanks for always being there, even when I don't want you. I love you more than life.

Day twenty-six

A lazy day, last day in Pamplona. Woke up, skyped mum, Damian rang, I packed my suitcase, facebooked Damian. We left the house at around 3 to go shopping again (I bought a San Fermin shirt) then went and had goodbye drinks with the family. Heaps of people showed up, we spent hours there, had churros (enough so that I will regret it later), had dinner, watched a protest in the streets about the government, came home. The last time we will see a fair few people but a lot will come to the train station tomorrow. Sad to be leaving Pamplona, but lots of nice memories here too.