Hi, my name is Dylan. Currently sitting in bed having a heart burn and listening to Lany songs. Then I thought to myself, does anyone still read blogs? Grabbed my laptop and went to have a look. Opened my account and memories came flushing back. It's amazing how I made those entries a while back regarding a certain someone yet I am reminded about someone else while I went through them. Now my mind wandered somewhere else. Wandered miles away from where I am now. Wandered to someone who I have no chance of ever meeting again. How amazing it is, what started as a struggle to go to bed because of an acid reflux turned into a yearning for the uncertainty. I am scared. I feel sad. I guess the music is just getting in me and I am unable to contain myself. In these times, my thoughts are my greatest company and ally. This sucks, I have always looked for genuine connection from people. I always wanted to feel wanted and feel cared. I sometimes think really that the path I have chosen led me to a dead end regarding romantic relationships. No matter how much the past have fought for gay people, it is still very hard to be gay. It is hard to fit in to social standards. You have to look like those guys in magazines before you ever get noticed. It sucks. It sucks being a part of a community who claims to be discriminated and yet discriminates themselves. Well, on the other hand, I guess I am just boring as well. Who would be interested in arts and crafts anymore, about living in the moment, about romantic dates, about romantic gestures, about effort, about quality time, about food, about connecting, about being an old soul. Today marks my three years here in Australia. 3 years. heartburn. awake. alone. what's missing?
Is anyone still here in blogger? If you are, hit me up?
