Dear Sherlock, you've taken my heart, what is there that's left?
Anyone watch BBC's Sherlock?
I've only watched, oh, the first 45 seconds of ep 3 season 2 and already...There is an actual physical pain in my chest. I literally had to stop because I can't. Sherlock, stop making me feel things.
And this whole situation isn't helped by the fact that I read this fic yesterday. It's called Alone on the Water by madlorific. Spoiler alert: character death, and also, it will quite possibly make you cry. I know it's the first fic I've ever read that's made me shed more than a few tears. This was like that Coldplay song. You know, tears streaming down your face and all that.
It's a really good fic, but besides that, I think it captures loss very well, without overdoing it.
I don't know, maybe I'm just a little keyed up because my dad had his birthday party today and my aunt decided to go, out of the blue, "So....do you, like, miss your mom? Discuss. No, tell me. Do you?" My mother, who, for the record, died four years ago, almost exactly, and whom I don't talk about. To anyone, really.
Can't handle this right now. After that fic and the anticipation of this Sherlock episode Where Stuff Happens, Bad Stuff, I was like, but, but, I'm fragile right now. Stop it. I only see you two days out of the year for about four hours each time, why are you asking me this now, or even at all.
Either you think I'm a really callous, emotionless person or you're just being tactless. I can't tell.
Not even my first cigarette in months had helped. I am not brave enough for this.
I've only watched, oh, the first 45 seconds of ep 3 season 2 and already...There is an actual physical pain in my chest. I literally had to stop because I can't. Sherlock, stop making me feel things.
And this whole situation isn't helped by the fact that I read this fic yesterday. It's called Alone on the Water by madlorific. Spoiler alert: character death, and also, it will quite possibly make you cry. I know it's the first fic I've ever read that's made me shed more than a few tears. This was like that Coldplay song. You know, tears streaming down your face and all that.
It's a really good fic, but besides that, I think it captures loss very well, without overdoing it.
I don't know, maybe I'm just a little keyed up because my dad had his birthday party today and my aunt decided to go, out of the blue, "So....do you, like, miss your mom? Discuss. No, tell me. Do you?" My mother, who, for the record, died four years ago, almost exactly, and whom I don't talk about. To anyone, really.
Can't handle this right now. After that fic and the anticipation of this Sherlock episode Where Stuff Happens, Bad Stuff, I was like, but, but, I'm fragile right now. Stop it. I only see you two days out of the year for about four hours each time, why are you asking me this now, or even at all.
Either you think I'm a really callous, emotionless person or you're just being tactless. I can't tell.
Not even my first cigarette in months had helped. I am not brave enough for this.