Uni starts the day after tomorrow. Another clean slate. Habits to be changed, goals to achive. It feels alien to go back to structure after months of an aimless summer. Almost counterintuitive, that feeling of holding a pen.
I was struck by the realisation that I have no close girl-friends left. The ones that I would consider close are all overseas and those that I have had over the last year have drifted away from me. I'm not that sad.
I told you I had an inner hermit. Despite how I cling on to relationships.
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived a half life. She existed only when the people she loved were around. She loved intensely, the kind of love that exhausts itself or self destructs.
Why are shooters given sexual names? Quick fuck, slow fuck, blowjob, orgasm. All names of alcoholic mixes in a shot glass. Someone said its so the bar tenders can snigger.
I keep listening to "She Will Have Her Way" over and over again. Thanks by the way.
"And you know that I love you
Here and Now not Forever
I can give you the present
I don't know about the future
Thats all stuff and nonsense
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