with a stupid move and stupid words arrangement, like 9gaggers always say, I took an arrow to the knee. And it’s too kinda stupid when I only write in a such awful mood.
It starts with that lovely song. Depth & Current song. My mood was okay. I was completely okay. Then I want to go to bed and took one of the helpers. You know how they works, they let your mind wandering. Then a sound from my phone completely ruin everything. No, not everything. Maybe mood. And all remains the same. I’ll never be special. Not with this just one person. It’s like everyone. Then come rejection, once again. Like Beauty’s Confusion song. And the lyrics after that (rejection once again) is “I don’t want to try anymore” it’s amazing how bands I love could really reflect my life.
Then it hits me, why I’m afraid to even get the heart broken. It’s easily taken care of. Of course. 6/7 month is the first awful broken heart experience. But after that, it took me only 2 weeks, and a hair cut and 2 weeks of non-stop drinking. Mrs. Smirny and Mr. Purple. No, no one was there. Then the third, only 3 or up to 5 days, consists of non stop drinking once again, but with a crowd. Funny people crowd who couldn’t care less about the world and if they’re being sarcastic out loud, again, they couldn’t care less. And of course, a mixtape from a friend, a new friend to be exact, reflecting of what I’ve been through and how to get it out. He even put a song that reflects me. Like a song called camera. And songs that not exactly cheering up, but gave me the soothe.
A friend asked, why I’m afraid to be heart broken while you know you can easily handle it. The process, The hurt. It’s like you’re afraid of falling down but you know for sure, it will heal.
I wouldn’t call this a heartbreak heartbreak, but it breaks my heart that I’m not special in the slightest.
My friends gonna come over tonight and gonna have a sleepover. With bunch of funny crowd, alcohol, I’m sure I’ll be fine the next day. But the timing is amazing. They couldn’t pick better day than today to have a party. I love them though I’m, again, isn’t so special.
It really is, the devil in details. Brian Molko is a prophet, and Placebo is the book of the Prophet.
If only I don’t hear details, maybe I’ll sleep sound this morning.
I can’t wait for tonight. Bunch of laughter awaits.
I know I’m rambling, fuck it. Life is.