What is this desperate feeling?
I have everything I need.
My dog. My dude. The sun. The beach.
All the comforts in the world
And yet here I am continuing to reach out.
Are my dreams of friendship unrealistic or borderline Hollywood?
I want someone I see every week.
A friend to grow with.
To learn from.
To laugh with.
And I have beautiful friends here.
But I feel I always initiate.
And I’m starting to think that is my burden to bare in order for me to meet my friend quota.
But it does hurt a bit.
Not feeling wanted.
I know people are busy.
They have partners and other friends and work and all the bullshit we all have.
I guess it’s just easier when you live with your friends or live in the same neighborhood as them.
I lived with my friend Sarah for two years back home so it was easy to become best friends with her.
Friends through convenience I guess.
Why are people so fucking lazy now days?
Anyways, here’s me telling the universe I would like a best friend in Sydney who is responsive and initiates drinks and wants to go on trips and who wants to go deep man. Because I’m ready for that deep friendship here.