I just jumped into this new life and tried my hardest not to look back. I get homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Thousands of miles away I make up this perfect place that I wish I had when I lived there. Then I start to miss that imaginary place. I have these great friends at home, or so I think. Maybe they are just to busy. Maybe they have all the time for me in the world but no money or car. Maybe they are just to distant and to afraid of a meaningful friendship. I found a friends blog tonight. I saw one of her entrys that just made tears come to my eyes. It was a really old post and made me smirk. Although I've grown out of the things we used to do, its just nice to look back and reminice. Honestly, I just didn't think that she missed me. None of my old friends really try hard to keep in touch or even visit me, so I took that as a subtle fuck you.
I love them still the same.
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