It sucks. It sucks up one side and down the other.
Well, I'm not going to lie, I'm really super bummed about Demi and Joe. Super bummed. And the shittiness is exacerbated by the way that so many people in the comms are acting, like, apparently we have to pick teams now, because we're in the third grade. It gets my back up that people are being so cruel about Demi acting exactly the way a lot of seventeen year olds act when they're heartbroken and have to see the guy who dumped them every single day (every. single. day). And Joe, you know the last thing Joe wanted to do was hurt Demi. I feel so bad for them. :(
I am, however, kinda happy with the way my brain decided to deal with it. I went to bed sad and then woke up in the middle of the night and wrote an entire fic about it. I've never woken up in the night and written an entire story. Ever. I don't know if I should post it, cause I strongly suspect it's melodramatic shit, but I'm glad about two things. One, it got me through about three stages of grief (you think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not). Two, I hadn't been writing AT ALL for over a month. The well was totally dry and I was panicking hardcore about my big bang and then there was just this flood of words last night. Course now I'm panicking about my big bang for different reasons, but I'll figure something out.
I am not getting rid of my 17 Joe/Demi icons.
Things making me insanely happy:
-SPORTS. The motherfucking Flyers are in the motherfucking Stanley Cup finals. There are no words. Also, I met Jason Werth last night! And a bunch of other Phillies, but...JASON WERTH!!! Dude is hot.
-My subconscious sent me Nick Jonas last night. I woke up laughing at myself this morning, it was so delightful. When I went back to sleep at 4am, after writing, I had a dream that Nick and I were at an art gallery and we stood in front of a painting and I rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his head on top of mine. THAT WAS MY ENTIRE DREAM. Hahahahahahaha! Like Nick would ever go to an art gallery. And I love that my brain was like, you're sad about Joe and Demi? I give you...Nick Jonas to lean on in your sleep. And here's some art, cause you like art.
Thank you, brain.