holy shit balls.
Leaving Noosa in 2 days. Tomorrow is going to be so weird, packing bags, being all… melancholic? Reflective, but at the same time, nervous, happy, sad.
Today I first felt a bid of sadness (could have been hangover from going away drinks) at the prospect of leaving all these people, and leaving my life as I’ve lived it. Creating a new person will be so difficult. I try every time I go out to be the better me, but its pretty hard, because I like being honest.
I don’t want to be hell gay and arrive with all this baggage, but towels and sheets take up so MUCH SPACE.
