Is it the future already? My friends are jerks for being busy and so uncontactable but then it's probably because my attention has been so divided so who's the jerk here I think it's me. I have made friends here, but it doesn’t mean I miss the ones back home any less. It’s still hard for me to get a sense of reality, especially when I still feel surprised every morning to be waking up somewhere not in my room. Food is the main occupying thought of my mind, and I fall in love a little bit every time someone cooks for me. I miss swimming, but even bathing has become a chore. Psyching yourself to love the cold only works when you’re huddled next to the heater. For some weird reason I drink a lot of tea here. People here are psychotically smart, but then so am I so there hah who am I kidding. My skin is dry as if I have been sitting under the sun the last two and a half days when I haven’t even seen the damn sun. And a constant diet of jelly beans does not make you happy, it makes you want to cry. Everything here is like in Bizarro.
Anyways: now here I am. In Canberra, the city that sleeps at 5. This future is not how I pictured it, but I’m tired, so it’ll do.
