Hi there. I think this shall be a quick one. I've missed you, 27. I've just watched all 9 episodes of Salad Fingers. I've been repeatedly watching the videos this past week. I really cannot explain why and what is it about. I tend to have a strange attraction to the slightly subtle dark, morbid and strange. That and haunting sad songs before bedtime. It's Yuna's Lullabies tonight. No matter how high I turn the volume up, it can never drown my thoughts. My thoughts… which consist mainly of crazy horrible endless reports and… Saturday. Saturday says "Shit just got serious." I've never had a guy tell me that I don't know how to push and pull in a relationship. I've never had a guy tell me that I bully my boyfriend. I've never had a guy tell me that I'm not sweet and loving to my boyfriend… to my face today. This... three days before Saturday. Thank you for the encouragement, friend. Three years of compulsory class critiques for course presentations in uni have conditioned me to remain smiling and accepting while being told I suck at what I'm doing because let's face it, that's simply how others see it, and this is from as many views and perspectives. If he only knew that this was my first relationship. Honestly, I don't know if I can do this. I've put off being in a relationship for 25 years after all. Born procrastinator. Non-conformist wannabe. I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe I suck. Well so what. This is to you, Saturday. Whatever happens, happens. I'm not ready but I'm here now and I'm happy. And I promised Darth I'll sleep before 12. Good night.
No comments:
Post a Comment