you know that feeling you get when you return home from a trip? it’s kind of just… the realization that life went on without you and nobody really missed you, and now you’re back. to a place that never missed you.
i always feel like i have to prove myself to people all over again. maybe that’s why i don’t take trips.
or get sick for three weeks, for that matter.
upon my re-entry to society, i must observe: something is not right. either i’m becoming an outsider to certain people, or the natural end of a friendship is just happening at a very coincidental moment in time. and unfortunate, for that matter. i happen to need my friends right now, small in number as they are.
oh well. life just sucks sometimes.