The fabric of my entire being
seems to have been made almost exclusively of feelings. I have known this for a while; I tend to be like some sort of emotional sponge, soaking up the mood of everyone in the room and letting it determine my own.
I came back from a holiday to Forster a few hours ago with some people who I didn't know existed four months ago but who are very dear to me now. I spent 168 hours with them straight and I haven't had enough.
I don't know if I will ever have enough. I miss them already.
Labels: beachhouse, dont mind me, holidays, sad, thoughts