my heart beats for these people like no other.
exceptions: the quack pack and the fam.
I'm not sure what brought this on, maybe chatting with a relucatant J and raaf bratz T and E last night about raafies. Seeing the raafies marching in the ipshit parade today. Maybe ANZAC day next week. Drinking goon with AT? But I miss it dearly. SO much.
I don't know if I miss the RAAF or my gap year in the RAAF? If I joined would I enjoy it?
I experienced a lot of firsts last year. First time a boy told me he loved me. That was big..for me. I now realise he only told me he loved me so that he could make himself feel better about what he was doing. Fucking me..emotionally and physically.
He was...(and as hard to admitt as it is....still is) a cool guy.
I miss lots of stuff about last year. I don't miss the uni-sex showers and toilets. I do miss the many themed parties, late night chat sessions when we were meant to be studying. Marching around an empty raaf base at 11pm at night not being able to understand the comands of a silly sergeant because someone left a door open. Room inspections. Being threatened to have a new arse hole ripped. Mind games. I miss it a heck of a lot. I miss the people.
But I'm glad to be home. I missed the people that got me through the terrors of highschool. I love just being with them.
What lies ahead for me?
hopefully happiness. Love would be good. But I get enough of that from my friends.....(just not THAT type of love)
Who knows maybe I will cross paths with someone and instead of falling alone, we'll fall together and die madly in love!
..here's to wishful thinking.
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