Teenage Wasteland
16 minutes ago was the end of one of the best shows ever on television.
16 minutes ago was the end of what one could consider an era.
17 minutes ago the most beautiful thing happened. It was alright.
Not alright in the sense of "we're okay with it" but alright in the sense that it ended in the way that only something that incredible could end.
18 minutes ago, I cried.
18 minutes ago, everything changed.
Some 20 minutes ago we beared witness to one of the most amazing things I've ever seen.
I can't quite explain what it was I was feeling. At least not what my mind was feeling. But for reasons that I don't quite understand my body was having a not-so-nice reaction. I guess it says something about me. Something possibly tragic or sad. Weird or maybe stupid. To have physically debilitating reactions to the end of television show. Silly right.
Apparently the only reaction my body could muster was a panic attack. Wonderful. For an hour. Even more wonderful. I'm seriously wondering about me now. Is this all that I am? Is this my life? Sad, but apparently true. Alas, a part of me could care less. Care less about what people may think. Yes, my life greatly revolves aroud the trials and tribulations of fictionalized characters. But it's the only life I, or someone else, has been allowing me to have.
Excuse me for a moment. I'm being extremely melodramatic. I don't know why I'm so darn affected by these things.
I don't know how to feel.
I'm going to indulge in some Photoshop now. I may post later.
Bones was fantastic.
I expected nothing less.
<33
Nikayla
16 minutes ago was the end of what one could consider an era.
17 minutes ago the most beautiful thing happened. It was alright.
Not alright in the sense of "we're okay with it" but alright in the sense that it ended in the way that only something that incredible could end.
18 minutes ago, I cried.
18 minutes ago, everything changed.
Some 20 minutes ago we beared witness to one of the most amazing things I've ever seen.
I can't quite explain what it was I was feeling. At least not what my mind was feeling. But for reasons that I don't quite understand my body was having a not-so-nice reaction. I guess it says something about me. Something possibly tragic or sad. Weird or maybe stupid. To have physically debilitating reactions to the end of television show. Silly right.
Apparently the only reaction my body could muster was a panic attack. Wonderful. For an hour. Even more wonderful. I'm seriously wondering about me now. Is this all that I am? Is this my life? Sad, but apparently true. Alas, a part of me could care less. Care less about what people may think. Yes, my life greatly revolves aroud the trials and tribulations of fictionalized characters. But it's the only life I, or someone else, has been allowing me to have.
Excuse me for a moment. I'm being extremely melodramatic. I don't know why I'm so darn affected by these things.
I don't know how to feel.
I'm going to indulge in some Photoshop now. I may post later.
Bones was fantastic.
I expected nothing less.
<33
Nikayla