Today on my train journey home, I started thinking over why I wanted to travel by train in the first place. It's become such a routine that I seem to have forgotten why I was so fond of it. Then I remembered.
I remembered how I loved travelling, I remembered the good moments that I had spent with friends and family during, I remembered... the feeling of venture and the sense of freedom that I got. Yet here I am - sitting down - waiting to just get home and without someone to interact with. I find it difficult to actually enjoy the monotonous daily routine that I oh so used to love.
Really sorry, I did try so hard to keep up with people. It got exhausting. But look at me, getting down for no logical reason. One day, I'll be able to have at least one friend who can just take away my negativity the instance they show up. One day...
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I'm always here for you babe.
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