So that's what revomited puke looks like
So this'll be a semi-sad/pathetic entry but it's LJ right? So whatevs...
I finished reading harry potter last night at 2 or so in the AM and found myself feeling rather depressed. I laughed, smiled, almost cried, and became truly alarmed all at different points while readiing. Upon finishing the book I could not wait until the seventh showed it's head. The problem is that I was left with some weird sick feeling in my stomach. Empathy? Femininity? Weird fucked-upness? No clue, but I also know that I have a tendency to obsess over things such as books, video games, and tv series. When I do this, I completely forget about the outside world and grant myself hermitude until I realize there is another world out there. However, the end of a series, video game, etc bring my great sadness because in them I'm able to live another life. A life full of significant others, adventure, all that jazz. I guess I just become too enthralled in books and when it's over I regret that my own life falls far short of the book I have just read (not gonna lie...jealous of Harry and she-who-must-not-be-named-because-it-will-ruin-everything-for-everyone-else-and-I-would-like-to-add-that-I-will-be-very-disappointed-if-they-don't-hook-up-in-the-end-because-they-are-fucking-perfect-for-eachother). I guess I just have to go out there and do something right? Stop being a pussy and grow some balls, right? Well now that it's been settled and I'm listening to music and thinking about how much of an idiot I am I'll post this gushy lj entry anyways. Thank you!
For anyone I've ever had the "what happens when you die" conversation with...the thought of eternity still freaks me the fuck out.
I finished reading harry potter last night at 2 or so in the AM and found myself feeling rather depressed. I laughed, smiled, almost cried, and became truly alarmed all at different points while readiing. Upon finishing the book I could not wait until the seventh showed it's head. The problem is that I was left with some weird sick feeling in my stomach. Empathy? Femininity? Weird fucked-upness? No clue, but I also know that I have a tendency to obsess over things such as books, video games, and tv series. When I do this, I completely forget about the outside world and grant myself hermitude until I realize there is another world out there. However, the end of a series, video game, etc bring my great sadness because in them I'm able to live another life. A life full of significant others, adventure, all that jazz. I guess I just become too enthralled in books and when it's over I regret that my own life falls far short of the book I have just read (not gonna lie...jealous of Harry and she-who-must-not-be-named-because-it-will-ruin-everything-for-everyone-else-and-I-would-like-to-add-that-I-will-be-very-disappointed-if-they-don't-hook-up-in-the-end-because-they-are-fucking-perfect-for-eachother). I guess I just have to go out there and do something right? Stop being a pussy and grow some balls, right? Well now that it's been settled and I'm listening to music and thinking about how much of an idiot I am I'll post this gushy lj entry anyways. Thank you!
For anyone I've ever had the "what happens when you die" conversation with...the thought of eternity still freaks me the fuck out.