This song below was quite a hype here at the start of my life at university. That’s only about two months ago, but it feels like ages. How young was I back then… Eightteen in fact, just like now. But it was just the start of the schoolyear, and I couldn’t know what was about to happen. By now I feel at home in my room in that city far far away from my home. I’m used to life there, and it is a good life for sure. I can’t remember much empty Thursday nights. Everything went even better than expected. Everything went great.
But now I sort of feel like I’ve lost it. Of course, my life will still be good and nice and everything, but the people you spend your days with can really change things. If you don’t see them anymore, if they won’t be around anymore, life won’t be as much fun as with them around.
I try to be rational about these things, I don’t want to return to my old, dramatic self, and yet sometimes I really need to let go of these sort of thoughts. Life will be different! Will it ever be as fun as it was again? Will there be people like you around? Are you a condition for good times?
Let’s hope everything remains its good self. Let’s hope I can tell lots of good stories when I’m old. I’m working on it, but it could be better. There could be more stories, better stories. For years I haven’t had a much exciting life. But maybe this is as exciting as my life will get.
One day we’ll be old. Time goes really fast, I can feel it already. I don’t want to miss chances. I just want to be young and spend my time with friends, doing things I like. Like everyone else in fact. Give me stories. Give me people. Give me those nights I start to miss so hard…