For starters, don't get me wrong, I've had one of the greatest weekends of my entire life, I've seen 4 of my favorite bands up close and personal in the last two days including grabbing a drumstick, a shoe, and a guitar pick, I've been to 3 legit parties and one that pretty much changed the way I view college as a whole, thanks to how we went from not having a party to go to, to one of the best parties that any of us have ever been to.
Even Jacob acknowledged that this has been one of the greatest weekends of my life. I'm going to go home in a couple weeks, finally getting to see my best friends who I was supposed to skype tonight. God, I love them.
But I'm still not happy. "He hates his life when he's sober" (I still remember that, Jacob). I still feel like there's a key part missing that I can't erase. And it's easier to explain if you can imagine this:
Every aspect of this weekend that has made it so awesome, it has been with a different group of people, except Jacob has been with me 2 of the 5 nights, he is the only exception.
I feel like I still need to find that one person to share with every moment of true happiness I endure. Without it, I'll feel the same way that I do now. And that just won't do.
I hope you understand what I'm getting at. Believe it or not, I am horribly intoxicated at the moment, and its best I go to sleep. Happy Thanksgiving!
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