Mine's been decent, but I have realised through a friend that I haven't been acting normal, in month. She said I'm always down in the dumps.
You guys can make me happy, all jolly and smiley for a while and then everything just falls back to rest bitch face or a frown because I got nothing else better to do with my lips.
What's the one thing that could make this worst? My period. Crap. Anne, can we share Steve the cat?
I might just put on my playLiszt and Write s'more, I don't know. (Get it? Composer humour, right?)
⋆Four hours later⋆ I find myself: Taking a shower. On Morrissey/Smiths binge. In bed. With tea. And realising that I may be greysexual. I might be.
I have little to no sexual attraction to others, but I still want to be in a relationship.
Meaning I don't ship myself or sexualize myself with any rockstar anymore.
No Plant, no Lake, no May, but I'd still hang out with them. They're pretty interesting people. I like them more like brothers now.
And Bruce Dickinson, he is very handsome, but then again, looks really don't matter to me. I listened to this whole fucking autobiography and he's a pretty fucking cool chap!
But that doesn't effect my characters or stories. All to most of my characters do love somebody, sexually or not and I put that in a story where it needs to. As a writer I feel that the characters should be themselves, and not let the author interfere with them once he/she found their sexuality differs from the characters.
Je ne sais pas. My little thing is over.
I love you guys, platonically...like a lot and I love my IRL friends a lot too, just nothing too romantic anymore.
aNd FOR NOW SOMETHING COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DIFFERENT......
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Record of the day^-^
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Random stuff on my wall: part one.
Some random things I'd like to share.
•I've been keeping everything natural for the past week and I'm actually starting to like it. My hair's naturally super wavy and I'm kinda digging it. I like my super wavy hair.
•There's this one stupid little fucker in my math class, a jocky-type deal. He's super annoying, acting way too many personal questions and he called me a feminist out of the blue. Like WTF? How did you get that from a girl?
I was going to call him out, but I held it in.
Not every girl's a feminist and there's a difference between a feminist and a human rights supporter.
I thought, "Dude, just get your fucking head out of your ass. It's not a hat."
Then I murmured, "I'm surrounded by idiots." A Sherlock Holmes insult and I didn't feel any better.
I'm really scared for the future.
•Bob Ross. I had a simple Bob Ross t-shirt on and I got like 108483471 compliments on it. How? And why? He's a painted. When did he become a fucking meme?
And...um...Twistlette can you please translate the bolded words (under the signs) into English?
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Anywho, I should probably stop saying the work 'fuck' and probably calm down listening to some more Smiths and draw/write. I'll see you soon. Stay cool! Stay proud! Stay awesome! Peace, love and lots of hugs. 💚Realising some shit's probably going to happen Geez💜
