fact: you don't know what you got til' it's gone
Last week my best friend, who has also been my next door neighbor for a little over 15 years, moved away to college.
I'm so happy and excited for him that he's getting out of this dirt hole
& moving on to a bright future. At the same time I miss my best friend, and how convenient it was that he lived right next door, it was easy to go out for smokes & go smoke up, or just chill and watch yellow submarine, or listen to the misfits and leftover crack. Now he's in ******** Hamilton, which is a mission.
I'm a little jealous he got out of here and I'm still stuck for at least another 6-7 months to be honest, but only a little. The rest is just the aftershock of change, the fact I feel as if I've lost my best friend, my brother and I'm still figuring out how to cope.
All I can do is just bust my a** even harder to get out of this town and get on with my life. I know he'll be back to visit and that I haven't actually lost him he's just a few hours away & I'll be damned if I let a few hours distance kill a friendship. But even though I know all of this it's the adjusting part that's going to be a slower process, my mind still hasn't fully accepted it.
So the insomnia wins as I dwell on the matter, I never thought it would be this hard.
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