Running through the extrinsic value of pizza.
First off, to start: I got a text message from the ex-boyfriend of Kirstin, and he is a good friend of mine.. "To quote my brother, 'Mabe is fucking sweet. He is the shit.'" I met his brother once. One night at Kirstin's place when I did not even think I was giving much out. Apparently the line came almost out of nowhere. However, this person thinks I am the shit. Clearly, somehow I am even more awesome than I thought I was.
What do you do when all of the people closest to you start leaving you one by one?
That is clearly an exaggeration. However, most of my best friends are pretty much out of reach or about to be, and all the people I have grown close to have also become so distant. Phage is in Japan for a good long while. Alex just went back to Vermont until...who knows when? Hans is probably going back to Lynchburg next week...And where the heck is everyone else? I just got my friends back from school, and it seems they either already went back or cannot wait to get back. Then there is me, the one friend who graduates on time. Home. Alone. Wondering. Hoping. Killing. Eating. Prostituting. Etc.
Circumstances of some kind have driven them all to their respective places, and I do not blame them. I just miss them/am going to miss them. In all seriousness though, I have a strange urge to wander the country with as little as possible to learn all about life.
What do you do when all of the people closest to you start leaving you one by one?
That is clearly an exaggeration. However, most of my best friends are pretty much out of reach or about to be, and all the people I have grown close to have also become so distant. Phage is in Japan for a good long while. Alex just went back to Vermont until...who knows when? Hans is probably going back to Lynchburg next week...And where the heck is everyone else? I just got my friends back from school, and it seems they either already went back or cannot wait to get back. Then there is me, the one friend who graduates on time. Home. Alone. Wondering. Hoping. Killing. Eating. Prostituting. Etc.
Circumstances of some kind have driven them all to their respective places, and I do not blame them. I just miss them/am going to miss them. In all seriousness though, I have a strange urge to wander the country with as little as possible to learn all about life.