Its funny, cos sometimes I feel like life is the same shit everyday. The same routine. The same people. I dont know if its cos I live in Sydney and it’s sp fast paced. Or thqt everything in life seems to be about money, or status, or power.and I fucking hate it, but its in my blood.
But there are sometimes, not very often, where I feel so tiny. A small part of the world. A grain of sand on one of the thousand beaches. A speck in this universe. And to me its kind of scary, thinking thst there is so much out there. Good and bad.
Out of everything though, I keep thinking about her. How safe I felt with her. Like nothing could hurt me. But I never showed her how much I needed her. I need her there to help me through the bad times, and I want her there to celebrate the good. Only her
No matter where I end up in this world, whatever beach I wash up on. I will always love her. I will. I hope we can work things out. I want her to be happy, but so do I.