i miss myself, my old self. my truro/cape breton self
i may have still not liked myself, but atleast i wasnt turning into a bar star..

i miss walks in the park,
waking up to records playing and ben.
i miss tim horton breakfasts
and drinking wine all night long.
i miss sitting in basements listening to bens band
i miss swim missions, sit downs, drive arounds..
i miss being surrounded by completely insane people
and honestly loving every minute of it.
i miss good music, not bar music.
i miss hearing new music.
i miss ben getting records in the mail
i miss ben making new stickers,
anything really he made at work.
i miss not caring about drama, and not trying to start it.
i miss going to bens apartment and seeing all the new art he made.
believe it or not, i miss dexter.
i miss midnight walks
i miss the fruit flies!
i miss sunday suppers
i miss so much..

god im a depressing bastard. but for real.. halifax is rotting my soul