“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via moonhymns)
May 2012
“#They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now.”
—Edna St. Vincent Millay (via 38k)
Fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago
Wow, today is both my roommate’s birthday and my best friend/ex’s from high school. It feels like a lifetime between the two. I’m in awe looking at the differences between my life then and now, but even more as to how my ex hasn’t really done much with his life since then. We grew apart when I started university, although he visited a couple times, he just didn’t understand it. He went to a small trades college for awhile, but flunked out- I’m not even sure what he’s doing now. I’m not even sure if I miss him or not. We had a lot of fun, but it was mostly drinking, tanning, and 4x4ing- which isn’t enough for me anymore.
My roommate A is two years older than my ex and upset that he hasn’t done enough with his life. But he’s got a trade, a degree, and working on another- that’s nothing to complain about.
Overall, I just can’t believe how much has changed in the three years since I left for university. The day before I moved, my ex and I spent the entire day drinking beer and playing pool. Now, as much as I’d love to do that, I don’t have the time, I can’t afford the hangover, and I no longer enjoy that shitty brand of beer we were drinking. It’s a weird feeling to wake up to.
