the end of an era I think.
Moving the house, finishing Uni, saying goodbye to people, breaking up, dreams shattered new dreams formed. getting old, nothing new there. Melbourne is still Melbourne, except everything now is so fucking expensive it hurts to get a haircut, or even have a decent dinner. I need a job.
Sometimes I am lost but most of the time I just walk around without that strong sense of identity I used to be able to feel. I believe in working hard but I just don't know what to work hard for. I have expectations for myself, true, but usually it goes nowhere, like really, no where.
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