I will never forget those mornings we dreaded, hatred of the afternoon, the uncertainties in the evening.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

HIRAETH

HIRAETH – (n.) a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

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"It's nice to see someone open up to you but you know sometimes you hope to see them grow too." 

It's our final year, we have been together long enough to be snappy and unkind and willing to hurt each other with dagger-like words. A few people keep you grounded - and they may not be those who were meant to be here. Those who were supposed to stay... are also busy growing up and finding themselves. They try to be the person they think they want to be, and that's alright. 

Different priorities and different beliefs - why do those things cast out the wonderful idea of friendship? Why is a relationship characterized by the level of tension, and not the joy it brings? Why do some have more obligations than others?

Take Myers-Briggs and love languages out of the equation, and let us experience raw love. 

Everything is disappointing and toxic.

You have forgotten, or perhaps, never knew, that there is a world of flawed humans out there, clinging on to little bits of happiness to get by. You do get to choose who you fight with and who you battle against. Go ahead and fly solo. 

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