That was it, 2 weeks of feeling good with myself and my life. Two weeks was the time my mind was overwhelmed by the sudden change of coming back home and keeping busy with friends. Now i feel as shit and alone as before. Life seems unbearable, because there's no person that would share a hug,a walk in the park while holding hands, a person to just be with and to have a mutual love with. Why is this so hard to accomplish? I think of love as oxygen,something you need to survive, and now i'm slowly suffocating.Or in other words just barely having enough will to live thru such dreadful days like this.
Sorry for the downer post. With this i don't want pity or ways to stay positive or clichés that life will get better. I know it won't and life would never turn around and show me it's lovely side. Being alone for your whole life sounds like heaps of fun. I just need to vent i guess.
ps. I have a most probably bad feeling about something, but i would see how that works out and might mention it or make a post of it later on in the summer.