I used to write. I used to love it.
And then some people got hurt. Some people got confused.
I was thinning the line between idealistic living and reality.
Safe to say that I've missed it. But careful not to even put a toe over the line.

Some things are just meant to be kept private.

But what's happenning? Who is this girl??
... Who knows...

I had a great time back in Malaysia. Who wouldn't, surrounded by the greatest people. Old school friends who know you better than you know yourself. Even after a year of silence we come back and it's still all there. No doubt we've all changed. A lot.
But then I wonder, do we still love each other the way we did? Or are we more in love with the idea that we can come back to the best friends we've had in our whole life, and nothing's changed?
I pray that we do not throw it all away.

Being back in Wellington just feels so... unfulfilling. Uni doesn't start for another 5 weeks. The boyfriend has gone for another 5 weeks to South Africa. To work as a volunterr in a wildlife rehabilitation centre and he gets to play with baby Rhinos! It's baby season now. How unbelievable. 
Last night, this wave of jealousy came over me. And I had to do a double take, because it was indeed the wrong type of jealousy. Enough said. I prayed that I could feel one hundred percent, genuinely happy for him to be able to have such an amazing experience. The kind of happiness a mother would feel for their son, who has succeeded in something they are passionate about.

Other than that, I'm looking for a flat with 3 other girls. It's proving to be the mad mission. There's either nowhere available, or too expensive, or out in the bloody wop wops.
Might end up living alone this year.
Great.