Stacey you want me to write about not belonging. I feel like I could write something about how I just went to Horsham and I never feel like that is my home any more simply because all my friends have left and nothing happens there.. but isn’t that just a giant cliché? I think it’s the closest I have to not belonging.
I feel like I don’t belong when I am alone at gigs (this happened to me more last year – have not been to so many gigs this year)
But actually I try to ignore all the things I don’t belong to! Better to concentrate on the things that I do belong to. Dwell not on the negative.
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Anyway today on the train back to Melbourne there was this bunch of cool kids. By cool I mean French and Italian. I wanted to belong to them & I wrote something vague and vaguely poetic [HOPEFULLY]
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French boys talking about driving on the left side of the road, snuggling into and leaning on each other with large eyebrows and lazy beards.
Nothing is either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
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