"i have nature and art and poetry, and if that isn't enough, what is?"
i met him in january, the 27th to be exact. let's call him jonas. he was pretty much everything my teenage self would be afraid of — he was loud, confident, unfiltered and flirty. we looked in each other's eyes, and there was something special there. it was a mutual attraction.
so we've officially made it to 2/3 of the trip. it feels surreal sometimes, like everything happening is a movie I'm watching. anyway, here are some highlights: - split my pants in two during a panick attack while rock climbing (my personal favorite)- pressed charges for barrel dogs (very out of comfort, but was really proud!)- hitchhiked...
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i once again am giving myself mental breakdowns left and right that involve crying in hotel rooms, on the street and in the train.
monday 27/03/2023
on march 8th, we wanted to go to Rocher de Falize, a spot not far from malmedy where you had a great view. but as we were walking towards malmedy, the weather started to get a lot worse, so we decided to get some groceries instead. i only had a little backpack on my shoulders, but...
did i die? yes and no. i feel like i'm slowly losing touch with the person i thought i was. i don't recognize myself sometimes. i do things i normally wouldn't do without even thinking about it. it's kinda scary. i know i'm growing a lot, but it's all happening so fast. i feel like i'm on a rollercoaster going...