002.

I think I forgot, to an extent, how difficult it can be living in a new city sometimes. When everyone around you is relatively new, it's hard not having at least one close friend around. I chose this, I don't know where else I'd be. Yet I'm thinking back to the first months in Asheville and how lonely they could be.

The only comfort I can find is that no matter how hard things were for a really long time, some of those people who were once so new became of the best people in my life. I do really well on my own sometimes, but that doesn't mean I'm not scared of ending up sad and confused and feeling overwhelmingly alone.

I'm just craving the comfort of falling asleep next to someone familiar.

Mm

Everyone I feel an absence of are people that I really shouldn't miss. I don't know where this all came from.

001.

Everything is pretty great, and I can only see it getting better from here. I really love my house, and I can only see that getting better. I'm glad I'm in Atlanta, I spent the last few nights with my best friends in Asheville and the comfort that brought me is irreplaceable, those are some people I want in my life forever, and that place holds the most special place in my heart. I'd go back to the summer of the Fishtank in a heartbeat if I could stay there forever, with all the people and knowledge I have now.

But the one thing that is leaving a piece missing to this whole fucking puzzle of a life of mine, is that I haven't spoken to you minus a feel irrelevant text messages, in far too close to four weeks. It doesn't feel like my best friend even exists and that's an awfully lonely feeling.