tributes bring me down
So this is going to be a sad post.
Soon it's gonna be two months since Michael died. Since recently, I kinda got back to life. I put aside bad and saddening thoughts, and let his music inspire me -- like it always has. I got back to work, to social life. I played Michael's songs 24/7 and found it funny that my boyfriend only rarely and very carefully asked me to change it to something else. For me, it was getting back to the previous pace. Till today.
I woke up on Saturday morning, cooked myself some breakfast and for some reason decided to watch tribute videos on YouTube.
This made me bawling into my morning tea. ;_; Tributes made me realize so intensely that he's gone. I realized that previously things were getting together in my life only because I was still in denial. And to think that August 12th should have been the day I'd finally see him live in London.
It's so fucking unfair. I will never come in terms with it. I want him back and I want him to be happy.
Soon it's gonna be two months since Michael died. Since recently, I kinda got back to life. I put aside bad and saddening thoughts, and let his music inspire me -- like it always has. I got back to work, to social life. I played Michael's songs 24/7 and found it funny that my boyfriend only rarely and very carefully asked me to change it to something else. For me, it was getting back to the previous pace. Till today.
I woke up on Saturday morning, cooked myself some breakfast and for some reason decided to watch tribute videos on YouTube.
Click to viewThis made me bawling into my morning tea. ;_; Tributes made me realize so intensely that he's gone. I realized that previously things were getting together in my life only because I was still in denial. And to think that August 12th should have been the day I'd finally see him live in London.
It's so fucking unfair. I will never come in terms with it. I want him back and I want him to be happy.