i do admit that I spend a lot of time thinking about places I’ve been, people I’ve met and lessons I’ve learned and I don’t think any of that time is wasted. But lately the lack of reminiscing has led me to unhealthily mix up past realities with present ones. It’s very confusing, and I feel a little loony but i’m pretty sure i’m only as crazy as I am usually.

Staring at the ceiling and listening to some lo-fi music (which is awesome btw) and writing lyrics in my head. I miss the cold here, there. and there.

Back to the books, my guitar and some much needed sleep. I’m exactly where I want to be and it’s amazing, even though I miss you.