Days like these I think back on all the stupid things we used to do together and I just miss you, I miss us and what we used to be. But life goes on and we make new friends, we drift apart from some but I hope you remember whatever I said in my letter to you because no matter how far we drift, from best friends to acquaintances, no matter how much shit we used to do and say to fuck each other up- I'll still love you.
And then there are these guys I've grown to love so much:
Hahaha found these old sec 3 photos from a folder containing the first few films of Holly the holga. Remember when I went crazy with my camera and my photo taking skills really sucked? Those were the days man, those were the days.
Hanging out with the friends I've made here in Melbourne is indeed very enjoyable, but I've yet to reach a point where I can feel totally comfortable and say whatever I want to say. Instead, I just observe and listen and sometimes laugh at something politely when someone says something relatively funny. And most of the time my mind just wonders off to the thoughts of "hahaha omg what if my friends here" "where the fuck is jamie so that we can high five and laugh at these materialistic shallow comments?" "where is nicole so we can be as loud as we want and swear our heads off and not giving a shit about what the people around us thought about?" "where is jodie to take photos of this beautiful picturesque building?" "where are my poly guys so we can laugh our asses off and make dumb comments at this useless, mindless sex talk?" so on, so on. I think about everyone and all the: If only they were here to experience this with me.
I miss all my friends so much I cannot even.
