I’ll never be truly happy until I can move, and live in Melbourne.

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So I have to write a personal essay for my creative non-fiction subject at uni, and students have uploaded their drafts online. One was about someone’s journey to becoming a transgender, and another is someone’s journey through drug addiction and getting caught up in the wrong crowd. 

Jesus I lead such a boring, uneventful life. I am so going to fail this subject.

In a drunken state, and willingness to amend six months of bad decisions he said, ”I loved you, B. You know that right? I still love you, and I always will love you. I never made that up.”

Tonight I miss you. Very, very much.

I just received a call from my industry mentor who works for SBS News, where he asked whether I wanted to shadow him during a story on Monday afternoon. Ah, I’m so excited!

Thanks for coming back into my life and reminding me that you exist. Fuck.