Fly like paper Get high like planes
I love Germany. It's beautiful and the weather is awesome. The only bad thing is that it's lonely. Really, really lonely. I miss having confidantes, partners in crime. I miss having people who know me, know my stories. I miss having people who aren't surprised when I pepper my sentences vulgarities, who appreciate my terrible jokes. I miss being known.
I thought I'd come over here and everyone would be in the same boat as me - alone, lonely, starting at zero. But it's not that way, and that makes it hard too. So many people came over here with friends already here, or came over with a friend or cousin at the same time.
It's hard to be so lonely somewhere new. At least I'm lonely somewhere beautiful.
I thought I'd come over here and everyone would be in the same boat as me - alone, lonely, starting at zero. But it's not that way, and that makes it hard too. So many people came over here with friends already here, or came over with a friend or cousin at the same time.
It's hard to be so lonely somewhere new. At least I'm lonely somewhere beautiful.