I forgot who it was that said to get over someone, you should write a novel. But because I have neither the time nor the ability, maybe I have been approaching it the wrong way. I thought I had to fall madly crazy hopelessly fall or another person as if i was metaphorically writing myself another chapter, or if that didn't work, distract myself with an extravagant and excessive lifestyle where everything blurred into one another like I was in some tv series where something has to happen all the time.
I'm becoming all those things he didn't want me to be. Is it conscious volition, subliminal inclinations or merely a coincidence? Am I immaturely resisting this amorphous control he has over me, or simply becoming myself again?
So many questions I cannot answer.
So many things i wanted to write about... But too tired now, I must sleep. I'm just going to make a list for now, because writing about it at this moment would not do it justice.
Sehr betrunken oh mein gott
Just visited the occupy Auckland people at two am in the morning. I guess I was so bored I had nothing better to do. I asked them a lot of questions. Might visit them again tomorrow.
Holidays are so monotonous. Seriously, what is the point of life? Ya, tell me it's all about enjoying yourself, about what you make of it. So I drink, party, hook up with people (only over the weekend at gay clubs, nothing more), gym, meet new people, I have been going out every day, buy new clothing, eat ridiculous amounts of food, sleep, more sleep, walk around the city, try new things like speed which keeps me awake for days, have meetings, get singing lessons from my friend, try to learn german and I have no idea why I am doing all this.
New Zealand election two days ago. Voted for the first time (isn't that exciting). Now we have a right wing government!
I am so scared about my future. I am hedonistic and lost.
You'll never be alone, and you'll always be loved
Maybe you don't really need any more than that
I feel pathetic and ugly
Sometimes when I'm drunk I talk too much
I just can't shut the fuck up
I had the worst nightmares
About teddy bears
Trying so hard, in all the wrong ways
New ones are just takers and fakers
Old ones are everywhere
But I pretend not to see them
I'm the most spoilt brat in the world
No one will ever make me happy
I thought finding the one was my panacea
I just got back from Wellington. I tidied my room, and I washed the shirt he had left behind for me. It no longer smells like him, just a clean and sanitised smell, plain and predictable.
I had a great time in Wellington. More updates maybe another time.
When I'm drunk I miss him, sometimes, just a little bit.
Like I had looked forward to something everyday, even though it was a constant. Now I look forward to so many different things, but it's just not the same. All constructed within my mind.
I almost want to fall so deep in love I lose myself again.
1. So exams are officially over.
2. Had a business meeting today. Our company is now legally incorporated. Website under production.
3. Still hungover from last night. But one of the best nights I've had.
4. I am learning French next semester.
5. Do not like Josh anymore, just want to be good mates with him.
6. Realised I want a few close gay friends.
7. Scared of relationships right now. But also don't want meaningless sex. What a dilemma.
8. Going down to Wellington (the capital) over the weekend for a tournament/party.
So we had a smoke outside
And his favourite song came on
So he held my hand
Walked me onto the dance floor
(Like he didn't want to lose me)
Through the crowd
(Onto the stage)
With everyone watching us
(But he's not gay)
What the fuck is going on.
Ever had a song that just describes how you feel even though you know it's just a stupid fucking song?
Mine right now is the one that got away.
Now please excuse me while I proceed and quote meaningless lyrics from a pop song.
In another life, I would be your girl
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
And in another life, I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away, the one that got away
From now on I tell all.
I will never find love except only the short lived kind.
All in the moment, combustion, it's all gone. Burning like a candle from both ends.
I am so scared of opening up again. That means I don't deserve love.
Somebody save me.
I'm infatuated with a boy.
His name is Josh.
I told him he was cute.
We are getting coffee.