Coly Cr@p! December 1st!
Yesterday afternoon, as my friend and I sat in 37 (or so) degree heat, we thought of the things we'd rather be doing.
He wished he was 11 years old again, carefree and having fun.
I wished for it to be summertime and to be back in NS (because it's really hard to want to be back in Nova Scotia on December 1st, when I know it's freaking cold), eating frozen bananas and giggling with my sister.
I wished to be holding my boyfriend's hand, walking down the streets, leaves falling off the trees, in the cool autumn air. I love starting relationships in the fall- when things are so new and wonderful, and you know that you should be wearing gloves, but instead you hold hands and try to ignore the discomfort. When you kiss, your cold noses touch each other�s faces.
There are so many things...
It�s not that it�s horrible here (because god knows it�s not.. it�s really quite amazing), it�s just that when every single day is almost exactly like the other, you automatically crave the different- you want change. You think back to the times when you were happiest, when things felt right (but you may not have noticed them at the time).
I�m just lonely. Africa�s a hard place to be when you�ve got down days. Everyone here is so friendly and so cheerful, you just feel like screaming, "Stop being so nice to me! Just leave me alone and let me feel sorry for myself, already!" But they never do, they keep talking to me and wishing me well, and being all polite and sh1t. How annoying.
As we say here, "stupid Africa, getting in the way of my personal comfort." Daaaammmmnnn straight.
3:11 p.m. - December 01, 2003
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