I hate that you ruin important dates in my life even though I make it a point to make yours so bloody special. I’ve tried so hard and I feel like I have to beg you. I’m so tired. as are you.

I’m dreading graduation. It’s no bloody big deal. People you know, don’t stick, ever. It’s just an official goodbye.

I miss Tasmania, I don’t think I’ve felt home anywhere else.

This post is all over the place and I don’t even understand where all this is coming from.