The Sunshine Coast. I love every minute I spend down here. The people, the atmosphere, the weather, the lifestyle, my house, the people I live with, university, study, lectures, tutorials. Every waking minute is spent thinking about how good my life has become. I may not have a huge group of friends & they may not be so hell bent on partying, alcohol & drugs but that is fine by me. I like it that way. There is no familiars down here. I get on a bus and don’t know where I’m going but I’ll go anyway. I feel free. It is terribly uplifting. Apart from my parents, I don’t miss anyone from Gove. <— Note that I refer to it as Gove because Gove is just a town to me now.
Seeing that made real what I had known all along, I had just been telling myself otherwise.
It’s a simple question. But I’ve never been asked. Fuck.
My life be like the title of this blog. Repetitious, mundane and rather boring. Not to mention the laborious work I encounter day in, day out. Routine I have found my Monday to Friday life consumed by. People say I’m becoming distant, withdrawn, un-social and all of that is true. Distance is preparation. Withdrawing is coping. Un-social is the above combined, futile really. Strangely enough, this life is refreshing. The Bus. Oh, The Bus. It’s the capital letters that make it special, I look forward to the 6:35am.
All I want is genuine friends.
