Monday, October 17, 2016

I've always secretly wanted

It's been too long since I've been here. Most of it is because I've been all over.. London, Hong Kong, Tokyo, the works. Some of it is also because I've been super reluctant to think about my life and where it's been. The most striking thing I've read this week: "Getting your shit together is not just something you tell your friends over drinks. It's about actioning on it." Right. It's difficult when You're The Worst. Truth be told, I've been quite unhappy with the way my life is now. Although I am doing relatively well, I find that I am still deeply dissatisfied with where I am. I guess I just always thought I would be better and do better. I guess I thought I would just.. get good. Ugh. Actions > Words. I'm going to get this shit together even if it kills me. Like how I was going to get over that shit even if it killed me.. which it didn't. It's fine. It's been so long now, I can only barely make it out through the haze of nostalgia and misplaced longing. I hardly think about it anymore, but if I do, I feel more disenchanted than delusional. Honestly, it just kind of became this idea.. as it always does. Not so much the idea of this one particular person, but the idea of something fleeting and... romantic? In some sick, non-standard way. Or at least that's what I choose to believe. Well. Everything is. Everything is simply what I choose to believe.

Friday, August 5, 2016

you with me or what?

tell me that you want me

Monday, July 25, 2016

runnin' wild inside of me

Feeling truly blue, despite what was supposed to be a celebratory weekend. If all goes as planned, tomorrow should be the day that I finally get what I have been waiting for for what feels like for fucking ever. I'm grateful and excited but also like meh. I don't think I've ever waited for anything this long. I just hope everything goes as expected. This weekend was like a blast from the past.. ish. It's amazing how different my life is now from like.. 2011. I actually do occasionally miss the nights out, blindly drinking whatever was put in front of us and just having fun with friends. For a second there.. through the haze of booze and laughter, I thought I saw a flicker of the years past. It's definitely not the same as before, there's no expectation. Instead, there's a punctuated indifference. It's easy because it was never real, as with every thing else in my life. This game has long played itself out. I know we've hit Game Over, but there's still that tiny part of me that, curiously, wants to hit reset. And I don't want to believe that I've been playing solo. I know I haven't. We are far too similar for me to believe otherwise. I know the parts of you that are exactly like me. Surprisingly, for two people who seem to come from completely different worlds, we are basically like the same egoistic, narcissistic, competitive and extremely proud person. I know it's not about me for you, much like how it really isn't about you for me. And yet, I wonder.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

how I didn’t want you to go

"I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there’s a lot of difference."

Sunday, July 3, 2016

do you think I'm pretty?

do I make you feel like cheating?