Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Backpfeifengesicht.




Last week two school friends came to see his play, and he had hugged them close afterwards, comforting himself as much as greeting them. “They were an anchor of reality,” he says. To what? “To what I was and what I will be again when this crazy time in my life has passed.” 

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I'm personally trying to keep this in mind, always.


College has been... to say insane would sound so tame. I finished foundation in less than two weeks ago and over the year, I've done so many things I never thought I'd get to do, never thought I would even do, never thought I have actually been wanting to do. Degree starts next Monday, and that's another 3 years of... that. Crazy times.

Some friends said I haven't changed, and I laughed. I have, but I haven't really. I don't want to be the same person waking up this morning as I was falling asleep yesterday, but there's no denying that some people have the ability to break through and pull out my core self whenever I'm with them. And I don't fight it. Cause I know that, with these people, I don't need to put on a façade. It doesn't matter what kind of person I am around them. There's no judgement, just acceptance.

My own anchor of reality, putting me completely at ease.


- m.