All I’ve got right now is my Swedish cookie-cute friend Jenny, and I barley know her. It feels weird leaving Barcelona since I don’t know what I coming home to. All my friends, which is 5-6 close ones, have continued their life on their own, replaced me with someone else, and yes, it feels weird. The future-dreams we had together, travel plans and so on, they now have with someone else. It sucks to not be the closest one. To not be the one they turn to or the one they call directly after something has happened. It sucks and I feel a bit lonely. The fact that this is what I’ve to come home to, it makes it even more hard to leave Barcelona. I don’t really know where I belong right now.

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