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.
I've just booked my flights to the Philippines and Taiwan over the summer break.
Some of you may know this already, but I'll be in the Philippines over new years for a debating tournament, then I'll visit my parents in Taiwan.
Dawn already, still dark in this room or is the window a little tinted? An enjoyable night, his eyes look a little tired of insomnia. I turn around to embrace the double bed alone. Will he at this moment early in the morning join me for coffee? He is not him after all, still after love, I heard him say 'we are so similar'. What a curse, for what he lacked, I know once again I couldn't give to him.
So I just realised I've been a member on this site for over six years... Wow that's a long time right.
I've been thinking about how much my life has changed, and I've almost forgotten the sort of person I was. Went through so many different stages which if I had to put into words could only amount to crude simplifications. I have obeyed the authorities, become confused, rebelled, wandered in depression, soared in glory, fell in love, fell out of love... A pretty eventful life, but not such a bad one.
I wish I missed him still.
Yet that's not what I need or feel.
It is cruel when there is no hate
When love fades there is no catharsis
Just finished a stupidly long essay on the european sovereign debt crisis.
Talked to the ex boyfriend
We both cried
It really is the distance
I'm still seeing him in December though
Running for a position on our debating society's exec tomorrow
Addicted to german pop
Rediscovered my interest in Chinese music
Realised how much Chinese I've forgotten
For practice -
I've started writing Chinese journals on another website